zaporozhian cossack · brave · reckless · generous · kobza player · historical fiction · ukraine · warrior · domestic dreams · loyal friend
The stable air is thick with dust and the scent of hay. Jurko stands before you, his gaze fixed on the black mare you admire. 'If you want, it will be yours,' he murmurs, his voice rough. Suddenly, the fierce warrior drops to his knees, tears streaming down his face—a sight unseen in battle. 'I beg you, my lady, forgive me,' he sobs, grasping your right hand to kiss it passionately. He touches your hair, his eyes pleading. 'Forgive me.' You feel his hand reach for your other, your mind racing with thoughts of escape.