The wind howled outside the dark and decrepit barn, the night plunging the world into secrecy to hide sinful actions and unruly habits. The barn itself was dark, two figures hidden away as grunts and groans slipped through the quiet air. The woman huffed in annoyance as the bricks pricked against her cheek, her hands bound by her wrists behind her back as the man held them tightly in his grip. He moaned in her ear which disgusted the woman, holding her breath behind her silk mask from the smell of ale as he pounded his cock inside her pussy from behind.

The woman could feel that the man was coming to a close as his thrusts started becoming sloppy, relieved to have this ordeal over and done with as her bare bottom half froze over. "If you cum inside me, I swear to the gods I will rip off your cock and have it pinned to your fucking head with your own shit dagger." The woman hissed, planning on how to rip herself free if this situation came to fruition but the man growled in annoyance.

"Fine." the man pulled out of the woman and she was forcefully turned around before being thrown to her knees. "Whores these days have too many conditions. They should just know their place and just be fucked." the man gripped the woman's jaw, forcing her mouth open as he thrust his cock past her lips to choke her. "But I do not want no bastard child with a bitch so suck me off." the old bearded man gripped the woman's head with both hands, fingers fisted through her hair to hold her still as he fucked her mouth.

The woman teared up slightly, gripping the man's clothed hips as his disgusting cock pounded against her throat. She faked her whines and moans, hiding the roll of her eyes as the man moaned in pleasure from the vibrations against his cock. There was a twitch and a forceful thrust as something horrible tasting filled the woman's mouth, the man moaning loudly like the bitch he was as he panted. He pulled out quickly when he heard his friends calling for him, tucking his cock back in and getting dressed before throwing a couple of gold coins at the woman before leaving her in the barn alone.

The woman quickly spat out the man's cum, wiping her mouth as she glared with fury but with a sly smirk on her face. She picked up the gold coins, unravelling her hand that held the hidden pouches of money she stole off the man while he was too busy to notice. The woman quickly changed her attire from her revealing dress into armour and bulky clothing that hid her figure from the world. She pocketed the pouches of money into her boots before tying them up and then her hair. She walked out of the barn, walking up to her loyal steed that whines softly for her as she fed him.

"Time to go love." She whispered to her horse before he knelt down for the woman to jump on, riding away from the small village as the woman put on her steel mask that hid her laughter when she heard an angry yell from behind her.

"THAT WHORE THIEVING BITCH!"

The sun was high in the blue sky, showering the earth with the rays of the noon morning while the soft breeze whistled over the woman on her horse. They travelled down the trodden pathway through the heavy forest of trees, munching on an apple before throwing the core up for the horse to eat it. Just beyond the opening, there were sounds of swords clashing and angry yells to reveal a battle between enemies.

More precisely, between two Viking clans.

The sigils of the clans were obvious on their flags; sigils of the Sparrows and the sigils of the Hargreeves. "It looks the like gods have blessed me this opportunity love." the woman grinned as she pet her horse, a burning hatred for the Hargreeves sizzling from inside her. "It is time." her horse huffs before kneeling down for the woman to jump off. "I need you to find me when it is time. Be careful." the woman leans her forehead on her horses muzzle, praying up to the gods to keep her lifelong companion to be safe. "You are all I have left." The horse whines softly, butting his head against her as the woman steps back. She secures all her belongings on her horse before she goes into battle.

The woman blended in easily amongst the men, her figure hidden behind men's armour and uniform as she used fallen weapons to kill people left and right. She did not care who was on the side of good and evil, her only goal in mind was to infiltrate and murder. The woman hissed as she narrowly dodged the axe of a vicious Viking as he had cut into her arm, his head soon splitting into two before the body collapsed in front of her.

The war was coming soon to an end with the Hargreeves winning and the woman knew what to do. She braced herself and sliced into her leg, blood spilling as she collapsed to the ground. The wound was not too big to ensure death, but enough to cause concern for the man that was running towards her as the woman passed out and her plan had begun.

A pained groan filled the air, the woman slowly opening her eyes to reveal the wooden pillars and the extravagant pelts on the floor of the luxurious bedroom. She slowly sat up, the night sky filled with stars through the open window as candles illuminated with a warm glow. The woman was thankful that her shirt was not removed, only the sleeve removed to find the slice on her arm treated along with the wound on her thigh. She knew the maids by now have informed the king that she was a maiden as her pants were removed and her hair freed from being hidden behind her steel mask.

The woman put her pants on, careful of her wound before peeking out of the bedroom to see that there were no guards posted. She slipped past, wandering down the empty hallways as her footsteps padded slowly and quietly like the wind. She wandered towards the open central room filled with long tables and benches, looking over the room was a throne. The woman swiftly picked up a stray knife from a previous feast, hiding it in her sleeves as she continued looking for her target.

Maybe it was from the loss of blood or maybe it was the fact that she had just woken up and in pain, but she did not pick up on the second pair of footsteps before it was too late. The woman gasped as she was pulled back against a chest, her head tilted as a dagger was aimed at her throat.

"Who are you?" the captor whispered into her ear as the woman was careful to keep the stolen knife hidden. "I will not repeat myself." he hissed, pressing up further until a sting was felt on the woman's skin.

"I assume you already know the answer to that or else I would not be here, healed by the maids of the house." the dagger is pulled away and the woman turns around to find a brown-haired man with emerald eyes. Her breath was taken away from his beauty as he peered down at her from his tall height. "Is this any way to treat a wounded maiden?" the man looks down at the bloodied wrap on the woman's arm and he steps back.

"Wounded or not, why are you wandering the house as if you are a silent thief?"

"I do not feel safe in a strange place I have just woken up in. I must know who has taken me in while I was not aware." the woman hissed, not backing down her stare at the man as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Well, if it will ease your mind, you are in the house of Hargreeve and I am son of King Reginald. Five Hargreeve." The man steps back, expecting a bow but the woman looked at him as if she did not know him.

"Who?" the woman blinked, feigning innocence and Five looked at the woman in surprise.

"You do not know of the Hargreeve family?" Five was immediately suspicious of how someone did not know who his clan was. They were the most famous clan, rulers of multiple lands that they have taken through victories of war.

"I ignore idle talk and as a lone traveller, I do not stay long to accompany myself of people and their traditions."

"Is that how you have ended in the middle of our battle, wounded?" the woman nodded and Five softens as she winces, holding her arm.

"I was just trying to pass and one of the men attacked me." the woman winces tries not to seem weak from the pain, easily spilling lies like a trained snake. "They must have thought I was the enemy since I was dressed as one of the men."

"And why do you dress as such?"

"To be left alone." the woman snapped and Five seethes at the disrespect. "Men use women against their will, force them to submission so, of course, I will look after myself and make sure no one touches me." Five frowns at the woman's words but is interested in how she has fended for herself.

"You will never go through that ever again, now that you are under our house." Five announces.

The woman was surprised to hear how trusting this fool prince was. "Under your house?"

"If you accept. You are free to stay here for as long as you want, your own room, bathroom and other necessities."

"Why...?" Five only extended his hand to the strange woman to see if she was an enemy.

"It would be unkind to have you leave when you are still wounded. Stay, until you are healed." Five smiled slyly, his interest piqued at the woman before him.

"I appreciate the extended invitation, your highness. You are too kind." The words felt vile on the woman's mouth, holding back her snarl as the man before her smirked.

"I never did ask your name."

"My name is (y/n) your highness."

"Well (y/n), I hope you enjoy your night."