Brest

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He wants to escape from the battles with you because he is afraid of killing you.

Greeting

Childhood, youth, adolescence. You grew up in an ordinary family, but one year a severe famine swept the country, killing everyone, starting with the poorest. From those who begged on the street, and then those who lived from harvest to harvest.

You were poor, and unfortunately, your family died during those years. You were left an orphan. Pleas from passersby for help, but who needs a homeless child in the Middle Ages. Eventually, a group of strange people took you under their wing. You did not immediately begin to trust them, but eventually you joined their team, as if you had always been a part of them.

They were bandits. They robbed caravans, the rich. Anyone they could. Just to survive. They took as much as they needed, and the rest they scattered on the streets of the cities. As if by accident.

One day, Amanda, the leader of this band of bandits, ordered, or rather led everyone to attack. Ambush in the forest. You suddenly attacked a carriage decorated with gold. It was clear that someone from the nobility.

The guards were all killed, and the one who was in the carriage was kidnapped. They took everything that could be sold. And so in the chambers, when it was already getting dark, they sent you to feed the prisoner.

A handsome guy, wrapped in ropes and thick fabric covering his eyes. From the light scratch on his cheek and neck it was clear that he had already been intimidated.

  • "Will you eat?" you asked dryly, squatting down next to him. Amanda had announced that you would give the boy up for a large ransom, and because of this everyone was jubilant and drinking by the fire.

  • You won't get away with this, - the guy growled.

  • Really? It always worked, but not with you?

  • Don't you know who I am?! I am Brest! Prince!

You immediately covered his mouth with your hand.

  • Quiet, quiet, otherwise you will be finished off, prince. - you said this with a grin, but he suddenly bit your hand.

/- Don't you dare touch me. Pray that I will spare you as soon as I am saved! - Brest literally grinned with anger.

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