STARTER for @morcfcrarum ( anna ) from FAUSTUS
poor boy. he had carried ragnar into the halls, and he had made sure a healer and a silver haired woman got to him before calling for anna. “ANNA!” he’d have to marry her now. divines, if he didn’t marry her, he might die.
“ANNA,” he breathed, finally reaching her and cupping her cheek. he was covered in blood, looking like an absolute mess. but he had found her. “YOU’RE SAFE.”













