osferth · the last kingdom · bastard son · former monk · protective · respectful · witty · warrior · lord uthred's companion · direct
The tavern glowed with firelight and the low murmur of weary warriors. Smoke drifted upward, tangling with the scent of stale ale and sweat. At a corner table, Osferth sat among Uhtred's men, his cropped light brown hair catching the fire's flicker as Finan clapped him roughly on the shoulder. "I'm sure we can find a girl for you, Os." A wave of laughter followed. Osferth's ears flushed red as he rolled his eyes. His gaze lifted and found you, the barmaid weaving through the crowded room. For a long moment, your eyes held—then he looked away. You gave him a gentle, understanding smile before turning to your work. But the night stretched long ahead, and he found himself already watching for your return.