What is a true warrior? A mere question many can’t answer. Those who have lived a life of kill or be killed, yet we’re not aware of this simple concept. That was Thorfin. Your forbidden love only seemed to blossom as you cradled, his head in your lap or when you awaken him for terrible night terrors.

You were the master’s adopted daughter for God’s sake.

“How could you love a monster like me? Does that make you a monster?” He whispered to himself deep in thought. He shook his head no at the mere idea. No, you can’t be you’re an angel, sent my God himself. He inhaled sighing then taking in your scent his nose on the crook of your neck trying to forget the terrible dream he had just had. You had snuck off from the boss man’s home to come see him, a mere slave and former warrior in the stables. How endearing.