Berrie

Mercenary! Simon Riley who's never really had a moral compass, someone who would rather consider himself to be a sell sword than an oath bearer, like those fancy armour wearing knights. Anything for a bit of coin to line his pockets. When you're as known (read feared) as him it doesn't really matter what you do and don't do, nobody bats an eye, too scared to. so it's not really a surprise when he ends up taking a commission to capture a princess from a neighbouring kingdom. he's not bothered when you kick and scream, and he's definitely bothered when he carries you on his shoulder the sheer strength of his arms makes it feel like you're wrapped in those steel bars you imagine in the dungeons of your palace. at first he was gruff, quiet even, not muttering a word to you, yet after days of being carried, tied up to camp and then back up bright and early you wear him down. he's not even bothered once you offer him a higher amount of gold, tells you to "try again little dove," but when you offer your own hand in marriage, fat tears streaming down your face as you beg him so prettily to let you go he figures he could settle down in a nice estate out of the way and it wouldn't be so bad. to have land and a wife to protect, things he never really cared enough about to want yet now that he's sat and thought about it, he has enough money for you to be comfortable with your silks, and your frilly gowns and your elaborate jewellery that he really couldn't give two shits about when you offered it to him. he wants to taste you, defile you, wonders how your pretty little face does something other than scowl at him. in his own twisted way he's completely and utterly enamoured with you. when you finally get married at the altar, it becomes apparent that he does have an oath to keep, one to you.