Summary: You come across a badly injured man in the woods and decide to help him.
Living alone in a small wooden house, you were in a constant battle against all elements.
You were proud of what you achieved. A house, a nice farm with animals, crops and you took care of everything on your own.
But if you were honest with yourself, you were lonely.
Even if there was a village a couple of hours from your home, your house remained lonely.
You always thought you would have a husband and children by now. That's what your parents wanted for you, that's what you wanted. But then you moved out and you were so focused on your farm, you forgot the years passing by.
And before you realized it, you were all alone.
Even if you were happy with the life that you had you knew that it could be better but you didn't want to get greedy, you are thankful for what you had because you worked hard for it.
One morning you woke up early, collected all of your eggs, put everything on your carriage and left to go to the village to sell your goods and hopefully buy a couple more plants that you could grow and also you hoped to get some fabrics so you could make a new dress for yourself.
At least that was the plan, however, you never made it to the village.
On your way over there you saw a black horse with a saddle on it, but there was no rider, the horse was wandering around all alone, you hopped off of your carriage and headed to the horse, you slowly approached it making sure that it wouldn't hurt you or get scared as you grabbed the leash. You tried your best to calm the horse down, and once you have succeeded you tried to look around to see if there was someone there.
"Hello?" You called out but there was no answer, you know there had to be someone out there because a horse like this would not be roaming the woods alone. So, you tied the leash to your carriage before moving into the forest a little bit more trying to find the owner of the horse. Constantly calling out to see if someone would answer but there was no answer and no one there.
You turned back around, decided to just get back to your carriage and get on with your day when you heard a deep groan.
You followed the muffled voice and found a man, obviously injured, as he was leaning against a tree on the ground.
Carefully you approached the man looking around to see if that was just a trap but then you found no one there, you decided to help him. First, you made sure that he was still breathing and when you found him still alive, you knew you needed to do something.
You couldn't just leave a half-dead man and steal his horse.
He had some kind of armour on him, that's how you knew that he was a swordsman, he was obviously injured from a battle or maybe from a fight you weren't sure but you wanted to help him. He had long hair and a thick beard. It was obvious that he was the owner of the horse since the sword by his side looked exactly the same as the one you found on the horse.
So, you did what every helpful person would do, got him back to your carriage and back to your home.
He was a very heavy man, it was hard for you to move him around, but somehow you managed to get him to your bed. You laid him back and found his wound. It was on his abdomen.
You didn't want to invade his privacy but you knew that you needed to clean up the wound, or he would bleed to death. You gathered all of your courage and slowly took off his top along with his armor.
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Pedro Pascal Characters x Reader
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