Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, his injured hand resting in your lap. He'd come to this village to save his kidnapped daughter, but he always got himself hurt in the process, which infuriated you beyond belief.

The dim light from the fire in the fireplace flickered over your faces as you carefully wrapped the gauze around his wounded hand. "Thanks for helping," he whispered, his voice hoarse. Though he was reckless, you felt sympathy for this man, he just wanted to bring his daughter home.