You both lived your own lives peacefully, no one knew you'd even meet at some point, but you did. In the mist of tragedy you needed a warrior, he needed....maybe a gentle presence by his side.

When your kindgdom was threatened you went looking for help and found him and his men in the woods. You knew a man like him would never just agree to your ideas but you had to try. You had to ask for his help no matter the cost, and somehow he felt that

He took a sip of his drink, not even looking back, yet his deep voice was heard and the men were ready to attack at any point "Why not face me and talk? I can sense you're watching us" he then turned his face towards you "You aren't from here...your highness"