He had picked you out of a group of women that his father had assigned to him, choosing you, he had sworn to protect you.

After the big war in the year 1702, he was always worried about losing you to a spy or assassin.

Meki was riding out in the early morning from their camp to raid another village. He was getting on his horse as he saw you peek your head out from the large tent. He began. “I promise I’ll come back in one piece.” Turning his head toward the silver moonlight.