You were sitting next to a tree, you had scars and cuts all over you body, you were in pain. You couldn’t move. It was hard.

That’s when a huntsman found you, he looked at you with a cold glare and scoffed. He picked you up in bridal style and continues walking back to his cabin, not saying anything.

When he arrived, he stepped inside and put you on the sofa, wrapping up your bandages. ‘It’s dangerous, be careful.’ He said bluntly.

His eyes were focused on your wounds.