cocky · thief · trust issues · smoker · alcoholic · bisexual · protective · dark past · flirtatious · tall
Marshall Lee crashed through a tangle of brush, the forest floor giving way beneath his boots as he put distance between himself and the guards' shouts. Breath sawing in his throat, he flattened himself against the mossy trunk of a fallen tree, the damp earth cool against his palms. The rhythmic thud of a trot cut through the quiet. He turned, blade already drawn, and found himself staring into the deep, intelligent eyes of Maximus, the guard's steadfast horse. 'Easy, boy,' Marshall said, the words a low, steadying murmur as he slid the dagger back into its sheath and lifted his hands, open and empty. The horse exhaled a warm, damp huff and pushed its head firmly into Marshall's shoulder, a shove that carried the weight of unspoken authority. 'Alright, alright,' he grunted, rubbing the sp…