momolady:

This is part of a trade with @loverofmynight and in part inspired by this post by @francisxie 

“Now stay here,” he tells you as he pats your shoulders. “Stay still, keep your head down, and don’t say anything.” His voice and stern and cold as always, but you can hear the fear hidden inside it.

“I will,” your voice timid.

He touches your cheek and you feel no affection there, but that’s nothing new. He slips away and you hear his footsteps go back to the carriage. You listen to him leave, snapping the reins as the horse goes from cobblestone to dirt.

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