his head spun, ears ringing as the guard's latest blow to his face. blood gushed from his nose, dripping into the straw on the floor of his cell as his sat, doubled over, trying to catch his breath. air seeped into his lungs in ragged, laboured breaths, body fighting to stay conscious as hit after hit rang through him. they were still convinced that he would talk, that his lifetime of loyalty to the king would be so easily given up.
another blow struck him, and his vision burst apart into pinpricks of white light, the world disappearing for a moment as he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to regain his bearings in the world. there was a commotion, then, the sound of a door opening and a shuffling right in front of him. samuel shifted back out of instinct, trying to get away from this unknown presence in his cell while his vision still swam.
slowly, slowly, she came into focus. the blonde hair, the large, frightened eyes, the thin nightgown clinging to her frame as reached out to touch him. but it couldn't be. " my lady ? " his voice was barely loud enough to be audible, brows knitting together in confusion as he fought to bring the figure in front of him into focus. it couldn't be her, surely. she was supposed to be safe at court, protected by a thousand guards. had they taken her as well ? or was she a figment of his imagination, a sign that the day's beating had broken his mind ? the warm, gentle hands pressed to his cheek told him that she was undoubtedly, irrevocably real. samuel tried to reach out in return, to touch her familiar face, to see if she was hurt. but cruel, short chains cut his movement short, the biting metal digging into his skin. " you shouldn't be here. " he was only half-conscious, still, his whole frame inclining toward her, toward this little piece of home. " you have to run-- you must-- you musn't let them harm you. "
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