Arysta covered her ears against the screams of pain. A stranger had appeared once she had hidden. From the way her attackers reacted he wasn't one of them. Then, when they had attacked him, he had slaughtered them quickly. Blood splattered on the ground near her and she covered her mouth to keep from crying out. The world spun for a moment and she was afraid she was going to be sick.

The last man died as he was running away, threatening to tell 'him' about what had happened. She wondered only briefly who 'he' was before the man who had dispatched them so easily called to her. He wanted her to come out, but the question was : would she listen?

He was dangerous, that much was certain. He had no qualms about killing, that also was certain. He had helped her, but for what reason? Was he worse then those men? Would he kidnap her as well, using her for ransom? Did he even know who she was? Would he do worse then hold her ransom?
She bit her lip. There was really no other option. She doubted he would just leave and if he did she would be stuck out here alone with no weapons and no idea which way to go. Knowing her luck, she'd walk right into the rebel's hideout or come across a bear or some other large animal who was enjoy chewing on her bones.

With a sigh, she stood and came out slowly from her hiding place. The ground hurt her feet a little as she walked towards him carefully.
"Thank you," she said with dignity, as though she wasn't standing before an extremely handsome man barefoot, with messy hair and disheveled clothing. She held her head high, not just because she wanted to look like she was calm and collected but because he was taller then her.
"I am Princess Arysta Wargrave of Torin," she told him. "Thank you for your help. Now, if I could impose on you a bit longer, could you please be kind enough to take me back to the capitol? My father will gladly reward you for your kindness and bravery."