(I’m presuming you meant a prompt)

You had a tendency to be a little reckless, so when you were missing when the castle was under siege, everyone presumed that you had gone to help fight. Francis was a mess of worry and anxiety, “Bash, I cannot lose (y/n). I refuse to.”

Bash sighed, “I’ll send out men to look for them. Francis, what if-”

“Don’t.” Francis whispered, “Don’t…”

A while later, Bash came back, “No sign of them.” He told his anxious brother, “Their room was ransacked…”

“Oh god,” Francis whispered, eyes filling with tears, “Bash, I can’t…”

“Francis?” A small squeak came from beyond the door followed by a timid knock, “Please say you’re in there.”

Francis ran to the door, throwing it open, “(y/n)…” He bundled you into the room, “I-I thought I lost you!”

“I-I was hiding, they- they…”

“Keep going”

“I don’t know how”

I felt an amazing mixture of great trepidation and wonderful pride that [Stephen] had come to visit.

“Keep going”

“I don’t know how”