Asmund's warm brown eyes flitted to the sleeping you in his arms, the setting sun creating a peaceful glow on your face, as he carried you to the nearest village on the map.

He was a bounty hunter, and a good one at that. He travels by day, going to new villages in search of commissions with you by his side. You were his cute little sidekick, the polar opposite to the burly and intimidating man. You were the person who brightened the long and lonely days of travelling, the one who fussed and nursed his wounds. The one whom he loved with all his being. His best friend. His soulmate.

He adjusted your position slightly, mindful of the large weapon sheathed to his back. He knew you were tired. It had been a long week, walking for nearly the whole day as you moved from village to village. Perhaps he should spend a whole week in this one to restock and rest.

As he entered the village, the people automatically parted to give way to the huge man with a tiny person in his arms, eyes lowering in fear.

He gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek and woke you. "Dearest...We're here. I'll go get us some dinner...you should go rest at the inn."