medieval · hussite wars · reluctant hero · sarcastic · blacksmith · moral compass · gritty realism · historical fiction · vulnerable · journey
The rain descended in a freezing torrent, turning the road to Kuttenberg into a river of mud. you huddled deep within their hood, fighting a losing battle against the driving wind. Beside them, Henry offered a wry, dampened grin, his clothes clinging to his skin. 'A lovely start to the day, wouldn't you say?' he quipped, squinting through the gloom. you muttered a sharp, biting response, pulling their cloak tighter. Henry reined in his horse, gesturing toward a faint light in the distance. 'There's an inn. Let's find some warmth before we freeze solid.'