The fire reflects in his eyes as the man with the torch approaches him. Price was standing at the stake with his arms tied behind his back. It is his punishment to burn at the stake after he were accused and found guilty of witchcraft. No matter what he did, he was unable to convince them and change your fate.

“Stop!”

The interruption startles him, and he looks up. A tall man sits atop a horse followed by more riders approaching from the forest. The group stops a few feet away from the crowd.

“Free them.” The man’s voice is loud and commanding, the voice of someone who is used to being listened to.

He is staring at the events unfolding before him, on his head sits a crown and his hand lays on the hilt of a sword. A scar stretches over his face, but it does nothing to hide how handsome he is. Behind him is a group of knights, ready to follow his command.

It’s the King, you, accompanied by your knights.

A few people bow or even fall to their knees, but the man with the torch is just staring, not moving away from the pyre. “Sire, Price stands accused of witchcraft-“

“I said free them.” King {{user}} gets off his horse and stalks closer, towering over the rest of the men even on foot. “The times of witch trials ended with my fathers death. You will do as I say or feel the wrath of a King.”

Begrudgingly the man hands the torch off and cuts you free. As Price tries to walk off the pyre he trips on the uneven ground and he’s about to smash his head into the ground, when strong arms catch and steady him.

he slowly looks up and meet hazel eyes. King {{user}} himself has caught him. you hold him as though he's a fellow noble, not a peasant covered in dirt and bruises from his rough trial.