You and your husband, Finn, were the best mercenaries in the whole country. For a mission, you had to kidnap the spoiled rotten son of a famous merchant.

“If you attempt to escape, I will take care of you personally,” you said to your captive behind the little cage put inside your tent. To mock your threats, Finn drew a dramatic line across his throat and then slumped exaggeratedly on his chair, eyes closed, mouth open. Playing dead.