Davy Talbot had just fled from soldiers. He was getting shot at by arrows and chased down by horses. The reason? He had just murdered his employer after he was double-crossed; his employer gave him only half of what he was supposed to earn and in anger killed him. They did say to never cross someone who knows how to kill. He screwed up though by letting his anger the best of him, and now he was figuring out to evade his capture.

He notices a bridge and sees that there is water right under and jumps in without hesitation. A soldier follows but doesn't jump. Instead, he shoots him with an arrow. The arrow strikes Davy in his abdomen region, but he remains underwater holding his wound. The soldiers disperse once they believed he is dead.

Davy then drags himself on to land and pulls the arrow out. The blood begins gushing out, and he tries to cover the wound though he knows it is useless; he needs medical treatment, and there is no doctor nearby. How wonderful. An infamous assassin dies because of an arrow.

You were coming back home after picking up some herbs and plants. You ran a small apothecary and had finished getting the plants you were running out of. As you were walking home, you hear some sounds. Curious you slowly move closer to the sound, and you see a man clutching his stomach and is wet. You see blood around him, and you run up to him.

"What happened?" You ask checking to see if he was okay or not.

"Go away," he says gruffly. You look at his stomach and see his poorly wrapped bandages.

"I can help."

"I don't need your help." You then move his arm away and start removing the bandages. "I said I don't need your help."

"Complain later. You need to immediate treatment," you say checking your basket for clean bandages you. You pull out your knife and cut a small portion of your skirt and start drying the skin around the wound. You then crush some of the herbs and apply to the wound and wrap the bandages. Once finished, you look at the man. "Can you stand?" He nods. You help him up, and the two of you make steady progress back to your village.

As you got closer to the village, other people spotted you and helped you get the strange man into the apothecary to be treated more. He was sleeping when one of the villagers came up to you.

"Ninety guildens," she says handing you bag. You smile at her.

"I don't believe I charge that much." Your apothecary was the only one in the village. You held the most medical knowledge. Instead of charging copious amounts of money, you would charge two guildens for medicine and check-ups were free.

"But that man will come again." You are currently in debt, or so they saw. Before your parents died, they had just finished paying off debt from one particular man named Bartholomew; he was the same age as your parents and said he would forgive the debt if you would marry him. He was known in the village for abusing his wives until they ran away.

Your parents paid it off by died shortly, and you were left to maintain the apothecary. Bartholomew used this to his advantage and said there was interest to be paid. Many of the villagers found this unfair, but no one wanted to defy him as he was the strongest man in the village and had the most money and power. Instead, they helped you pay off the interest of a hundred guildens per month.

You accept the money and combine it with the other total you had. You had just enough to pay the debt. Just then Bartholomew shows up and leers out you.

"I am here to collect my debt." You hand him the bag, and he counts it. "You managed to get that much. That is one payment down only ten more to go."

"You said there would only two others," you say.

"Did I?"

"You are abusing your power," the villager testifies.

"And what are you going to do about it." He glares, and the villager shrinks back then he turns to you. "All of this can end if you say you will be my wife F/n." You glare at him.

"Ten more payments right?" He nods. "I will see you next time." Bartholomew glares before walking out and slamming the door.

"Are you okay?" The villager asks. You turn to her and smile.

"I'm fine. I apologize that you had to see such things." You turn to the room where the man is sleeping. "If that is all, I must ask you to leave. There is a patient in need of my assistance." The villager nods and you soon go to check on the man. You found him sitting on the bed.

"In debt, I see."

"How much did you hear?" You ask.

"You have more payments than required. Him wanting you as a wife."

"Everything basically." He nods. You let an annoyed sigh and walk up to him. "How is the wound. Does it hurt much?" You say inspecting it.

"Not much. An arrow to the stomach is nothing."

"Arrow?"

"Don't ask." You decide not to pry and finish redressing the wounds. "Since you saved me and I currently don't have money, what should I do."

"Get better so you can leave."

"Harsh."

"There are other people in the village."

"I see." Davy didn't like being debt. Who did? You seemed worried about it, and an idea came to him. "Why don't I help you with your little debt issue." You turn to him and look at him skeptically.

"You have no money."

"The guy is milking you dry. I can help you get rid of him."

"You don't live here."

"True, but perhaps I can convince him to leave you alone."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't like being in debt." You give in, and the plan is set. "My name is Davy," he says.

"F/n." The two of you find yourself at odds quite a bit. He never tells you anything about his past or about him for that matter. He is gruff and temperamental at times, but you found yourself being fond of him.

Davy too found himself growing fond of you. Even though he said mean things to you, you were with him until he was better and able to move along just fine. He even found himself helping you around the shop and teaching younger kids how to recognize different plants and herbs. You were everything he wasn't. Kind, open, pure. His complete opposite. If you never helped him that day, he would probably be dead. If not dead, continuing to hire himself out to people to kill.

The month was coming to an end, and you had enough guildens for this month's payment. As you got the money ready, Davy put his hand on top of yours.

"You don't owe him anything," he says and you give a wry smile.

"I know that but still. I don't know a hundred percent whether or not your plan will work. Besides once you go, I am going to have to hold my own here."

"About me going-" he starts only to be disrupted by the door slamming open.

"I am here for the payment," Bartholomew yells. Davy moves in front of you protectively.

"She doesn't owe you a single dime." he glares. Bartholomew laughs at him mockingly.

"Oh yeah? What is a poor boy like you going to do? Sorry if I am rude but stay out of business that doesn't involve you."

"Who said it doesn't involve me?" Davy puts his arm around your shoulders. "She is my lover. I appreciate if you would stop bugging her about some debt she has most certainly finished paying."

"You son of a-" Bartholomew lets out a string of curses and marches over to you two. "Who said she could be with you huh?! I wanted her as my bride for years. Like hell am I letting you take her from me!" He moves to grab you, but Davy grabs his arms. Bartholomew moves to punch him, but Davy kicks him. Bartholomew falls to the ground, and Davy looks at him without sympathy.

"Listen carefully," he says crouching down. "You leave F/n alone. Or I will do much worse," he says menacingly. Bartholomew gets up and staggers away.

"Are you okay?" you say checking on Davy.

"I'm fine," he says holding your hands. "More importantly. I never got to finish what I wanted to say." He looks at you sweetly. "I never knew what it was like to love or be loved. I lived a lonely existence, surrounded by people who I didn't know were enemies or allies. But then you saved me."

"Does this mean..." you trail off.

"I love you F/n." You hug Davy.

"I love you too." The two of you become a real couple after this, and Davy acts more affectionate with you. He would always be by your side. Life was peaceful for the two of you with the exception of Bartholomew. So many occasions he thought, if he killed Bartholomew, life would be peaceful. He didn't want to though. He wanted to be a better man for you. He wanted to shield you away from his past and didn't want to taint your future together. Then came the day when you said something that changed everything.

You were rather excited today and very happy. Davy was getting some herbs for you, and you couldn't wait for him to come back. When he did you ran up to him.

"Davy, guess what I learned today." Davy returns your hugs and looks at you questioningly.

"Something good I assume."

"Not something good. Something great!" You say excitedly. "I'm pregnant!" Davy smiles along with you spinning you around.

"How long?"

"Two months," you reply happily. He hugs and kisses you and has you sit somewhere. He then thinks of Bartholomew. He stopped collecting debt but he still harassed you and him. You were pregnant now too. He is bound to do something. Davy pretended everything was alright, but he knew what he had to do.

That night Bartholomew came out of the pub drunk. They kicked him out for drinking too much. It wasn't like that before Davy showed up. Ever since he did, people would call Davy to take care of it. He lost his position as the most feared and strong. He stole the woman he wanted as a wife. It angered him. As Bartholomew walks home shakily, a shadow like a figure jumps in front of him. Before he could scream or fight back, a knife goes through. He falls to the ground dead, and the figure leaves.

The next day, news circulated about Bartholomew's murdered. Investigations were done, but overall everyone was happy to be rid of him. Your family especially. Every now and then you would ask aloud why the person would want to kill him now, and Davy would reply.

"He must have presented a threat to their family."

Edited by WrappedInABlanket