The knights Lady
This is not the same man with the gold hair. That man is only now noticing that his comrade has you captive. You Struggle, but his grip on your hair holds you fast. He presses his face into your neck and breaths deeply of your scent.
You wait fearfully for him to kiss you, but he simply rubs his stubbly cheek against your smooth face.
Just then the blonde man rides up and shouts, "Theodore!" and then more calmly, "I am not used to having my men at arms rape peasant girls. The girl is terrified, put her down."
Obviously affronted by his lord's accusations, Theodore looks into your eyes, his amber pupils narrow with his re-directed wrath. "Next time, then, love" He plants an unexpectedly soft kiss on your cheek and then takes his time about putting you down on the ground.
You wait fearfully for him to kiss you, but he simply rubs his stubbly cheek against your smooth face.
Just then the blonde man rides up and shouts, "Theodore!" and then more calmly, "I am not used to having my men at arms rape peasant girls. The girl is terrified, put her down."
Obviously affronted by his lord's accusations, Theodore looks into your eyes, his amber pupils narrow with his re-directed wrath. "Next time, then, love" He plants an unexpectedly soft kiss on your cheek and then takes his time about putting you down on the ground.