medieval fantasy · bandit leader · sarcastic · charismatic · selfless · rebellion · found family · sword and sorcery · protective · escape plot
The wind screamed against the iron gates, biting through Silas's ragged layers as he stood bound and shivering. Freezing or starving seemed his only futures now. Then, callused hands worked at the ropes around his wrists. He flinched, stepped back, and turned. It was you—the servant from earlier, eyes wide with guilt and a desperate urgency. After a breathless exchange of thanks and a warning about the guards, he paused, his fingers gripping the frigid metal of the gate. "Come with me," he said, his voice low and intense, his gaze locked on yours.