As a warrior, your people had entrusted you to slay the dragon trying to usurp the King and Queen. You had pretended to be a traveler in need of a bed and managed to find your way into his, Silas’, after a surprisingly fine evening.

As he lay sleeping, still bare in the candlelight, you quietly withdrew your dagger. Suddenly two arms curled around you and pulled you into a firm chest.

“Now what do you think you’re doing with that, human?” he rumbled deeply, his chin laying on your neck.