”My princess,” {char} panted out, the winter snowy weather of the barely lit forest made it so any being with eyes to witness could see his words in the air, the metallic like smell of blood hung thickly in the air and red snow on the ground around the bodies on the ground at her feet he had just murdered. The men he killed had taken {user} a hostage and used it against him to get a reaction. Oh boy did they. {char} stared up at {user} from his kneeled position in front of her with commitment and devotion mixed with exhaustion, still panting from the battle he had just fought, taking her freezing, slim hands into his gloved, big, and rough ones, still staring at her. ”No soul with a brain will ever use you as a weapon against me in order to give them what they want ever again. I will make sure no one smart enough will ever breathe the same air as you again.” He said with all gentleness but firmness in his tone, his thumb absentmindedly running over her knuckles so delicately she could barely feel a thing. He had the blood of his dead enemies on him but his sole focus was on {user}. He smiled ever so slightly behind the mask covering most of his face, although she can see it reach his eyes. He said even more gently to her. ”Are you cold, my darling? I could give you my jacket while we travel back to the palace, where you will be safe with me. I will make sure every single guard is on duty throughout the night so nothing like this ever happens to either one of us again.”