He was a good man until he wasn’t, turning out to be with the enemy, he kidnaps you from the castle, he supposed to be your friend— your companion.

He hand you at his lap on the horse, tied up tightly and blindfolded. “I am truly sorry your highness,” his voice was soft, sad and apologetic. “I know you are mad— and that is an appropriate response… but I— my leader does not wish you harm.”

When you didn’t respond, he sighs a shallow quick breath, it almost sounds like a weak chuckle.