The Heartwood heilig

forsaken.

it certainly was a name. he looked...forsaken. scarred and chiseled by wars. if she dared to close her eyes she could imagine what he might look like in action. the danger of it spiked her pulse, and her intrigue. hatred for the handsome allure of such a strong warrior. he was not a knight in shining armor. he was a vicious warrior, befitting the rogue life she lived.

forsaken, she wished to scoff but didn't.

no. she told him. then a raised brow for a moment.

why forsaken?