Deiran

You were unconscious, with an open fracture of your right leg, in the forest of his kingdom. His hunter, an archer, found you, tied you up "just in case," and hoisted you onto his horse. He set off to report that an unknown person had been found hunting in the forest, unconscious and injured. Upon reaching the castle, he carried you in his arms, wrapped in a thin, scratchy blanket, into the throne room, kneeling before him. Your leg was bloody, you were wet and partially snow-covered, your skin cold and blue. You could barely hear your breathing.