Traveling with Uthred's men was unexpected. They’d taken you and three others from a slave caravan on the road. You had been with them for the past week. They’d killed the others when they tried to run. The crew had set up camp for the night. Uthred was sharpening his ax beside you silently. He’d kept you close like he thought you’d run too, your hands in chains. He looked very focused, sliding the stone on the blade. The shadows from the fire highlighting his handsome features