• Serina found him in a clearing, sitting with his back against the trunk of a large pine tree. His eyes were closed.
    She walked out of the shadows and into the clearing. "I thought I would find you here, Will," she said, her voice flat, void of expression. He opened his eyes and looked at her, smirking. "Well, my lady, now that you've found me, what do you plan on doing with me?"
    Serina frowned. "I'm going to turn you in." She walked closer.
    Will pushed himself up. Standing, he was two heads taller than her. She looked up. "Are you going to come peacefully?"
    "And if I don't, what will you do?" Serina blinked. He knew she could nothing, and she knew it too.
    She grabbed one of his hands, twining her fingers with his. "Please, for the love you say you bear me, don't make a fuss. My hus- the prince says he'll spare you if you confess your sins."
    "And what sins would those be, my lady?" He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.
    Serina struggled. "Unhand me, or my husband will hear of it." Will chuckled, and held her tighter. She struggled feebly against him, but he was strong. "I command you to let me go!"
    Her resistance only seemed to amuse him. "Pretend all you want, I know you want me."
    Serina stopped struggling. He was right, after all. But she was a married woman, even if her husband was still just a little boy. "Please, just let me go. I can't, I mustn't, I-I-" She was sobbing now, she could feel the tears on her face. Will sighed. "I could never stand to see a lady cry." He sounded almost sad. "Ah, gods. Get yourself under control, you should be heading back to the camp."
    Serina looked up at him. "And you?"
    "I'll follow you. Once you deem it safe, meet me again."
    She nodded. Will released her, and she rubbed the tears away. No one must see that she had been crying. When she looked up again, he had already disappeared.