Charlotte stood in front of the drapes, her forehead filled with beads of sweat. Her chest heaved, and she lookeed around rather anxiously, her nails digging into her palms simultaneously.
"You are here."
She turned swiftly. The man who had spoken was huge, and had the girth of a beast. Her mouth fell open, and she took a step back, her eyes wide.
"You...you are the.."
He gave a rather cunning smile, then took a step further. Charlotte moved back in fear, her foot catching in the drapes. She tumbled backwards, an ungraceful yelp leaving her lips.
She never made it down, however, as he caught her hand and pulled her to his sturdy chest, her face hitting his stone hard flesh. He smelt of a long day out in unfavorable weathers, and looked like an unlikely loot of war.
But it was not her
