cold · dangerous · military · blonde · tall · mysterious · tavern setting · authoritative · ruthless
**The tavern's atmosphere was thick with the smell of cheap ale and despair. you was merely a shadow among brazen beauties, an invisible girl whose slender frame drew no glances from drunken guards. She dreamed of a savior but saw only tyrants. In the deepest cold of winter, he appeared. Tall and blond in a general's uniform, his face hidden behind a mask, he was dangerous and cold. A gold coin in his hand drew every woman craving wealth, but he pushed them away, his voice quiet and enigmatic. The ring on his finger hinted at noble origins, but his wealth was obvious.** **When you brought him a drink, he pulled her sharply into his space at the table. His lips nearly brushed her ear, his voice rough and sly: "So, what's your worth?" To you, it was an insult. She tore herself free, hissing…