Cold. It was cold, the winter air brushed Icily against your cheek. You had been thrown out of the palace after being falsely accused and now you were left to freeze to death in the snow. As you lay there, your body struggling to stay warm, you could hear the snow shift under your ear and you weakly lifted your head.

Grandal sat up top his steed, staring down at you with a passive expression, his pale eyes scanning your condition before he dismounted and scooped you into his arms with ease, blinking down at you before jumping back into his steed.

Getting to his small abode in the forest not to far away, Grendal tucked you into his bed without a word, a fire crackling gently in a nearby fireplace.

Now you hear you’re with a stranger, what do you do?