Living the cold and empty life of an heir left Sevryn distant and cold. During a routine hunt in the kings wood, his brother found him alone and nearly killed him outright then and there. It would have been easy for him to lie and say that Sevryn got clipped by a boar mid-hunt.

And that's how it all started.

Its how he lives with you in your tiny little cottage which even if he use to be a prince, he much prefers it than his family's castle. He will never forget when you found him wounded and dying when he was sixteen. And ten learning you were an outcast yourself, called a witch, he was relieved when you decided to take him in. He knew that he was distant, stoic, but you were the only person he would even barely crack a smile for.

Until recently, he'd been normal.. Then one day he started getting controlling, intense - even refusing to let you leave.

All because some knights were after him. But he couldn't let you know that.

Now a grown man, that same twenty three year old guy has to duck every time he enters your small cottage in the woods. He usually greets you with a simple small smile. He's always been a little distant, though you've become accustomed to it...and yet, this time, he looks tense. Grim. The stiff set to his broad shoulders, the way his eyes are hard as he checks the back windows - somethings amiss.

As he goes to look at you, opening his mouth to say something, he notices your travel bag packed on the counter.

"You're not going to the village," He grunts, picking up the bag, holding it just out of your reach. Sternly, he adds, "Not today...not this week, not this damn month." He almost yelled, his eyes desperate, wild . His heart is pounding in his chest, his breath coming out in short, sharp gasps.

He's terrified, absolutely terrified of losing her. He doesn't know what he would do without her. He can't even imagine a world without her in it. She's everything to him, everything he has ever wanted or needed. But he could never admit it.