...sitting near the rock and touches my face, my hands covered in blood. I can hear a voice close to me, his words.
"Edel!"
I don't have any reaction just after some moments.
"Here! Back to the rock..."
When I see his face, I know that I am safe and everything will be fine...
I was so angry with him and I ran away from him. Not because I don't love him, because I can't control my feelings now. I felt that I'm not enough good for him and I need to go far from him. I rode to the Forsaken Inn for some drink and to think about us. I needed some time alone.
I sat in the dark corner and drank my mead. My hood was on my head and I watched the others around me. There was a group, I think travelers and a drunkard in the other corner. The group was talking about Bree and the Bree-landers, the drunkard just sat there with closed eyes. After some minutes I went to order another mead, when I walked back to my table and looked up...I noticed that he is watching me. I looked at him under my hood in the dark and started to drink my mead again. The group left the Inn after some minutes and the stranger walked to me. He didn't tell me anything just tried to touch my face when he stepped to me. I stood up fast and with one movement knocked him out...
"Don't touch me bastard!"
...I sat back and drank my mead as before. Wasn't my first on that night, maybe was too much for me and that didn't help me to control my feelings better. After some minutes that stranger woke up and watched me again. He moved closer to me and grabbed his dagger. Pointed at me with it...
"Ya will do what I tell ya little girl!"
...I jumped up and took my dagger from my gloves to defend myself, but in that moment he cut my face. He tried to grab me, but I ran away from him down the stairs. I lost my balance and I fell down, fainted away for some minutes.
When I opened my eyes another stranger kneeled next to me. He was kind and asked me who I am and why am I in the Inn alone at night. He told me that the drunker ran away when he entered there, saw me and ran to me. He offered his help to take me home. I just looked at him and accepted his help, but I didn't ask anything from him. I'm glad he came there in time. I don't know his name and I know nothing about him, but I will be grateful to him all my life.
...I'm looking into his eyes and start to cry, feel the pain in me and hope that our child is still healthy.
"I'm so sorry my dear"...
