Imagine If....

Touch her, and you're dead.

THIS IS FOR THE AMAZING @IrishPrincess_15

Y/N POV:

I ache. My whole body groaned in tiredness. It had been a long day, I had a long shift at the small pub of Dale. From six in the morning until midnight; and here I am, at one o'clock in the morning, clearing the tables and putting away the ale mugs.

All I wanted to do was go home, to feel the warmth of the glowing fireplace spread across my face. My grandmother will be wondering where I am, probably worried sick in the kitchen.
My grandmother and I live together, looking after each other since my dear parents passed away. We live next to Bard, King of Dale. He is a very kind man, always coming round to our house with his lovely children.

As I wondered in my thoughts, I was interrupted by the pub door being slammed open, and a large man stumbling inside.

"Sorry sir, we're closed." I said, carrying on wiping down the tables.

"W-well, how about y-you poor me a beer, ay?" He slurred, scraping a chair across the wooden floor and taking a seat on it. Oh gosh, I'm too tired for drunk idiots.

"I said we are closed, and that's final. Now get up and take your drunken ass out of here- come back tomorrow when you may actually be sober!" I spoke firmly, straightening up and placing my hands on my hips.

"Excuse me?!" The man shouted, standing up, and knocking the chair down in the process.
He started to walk towards me slowly, his heavy boots slamming against the floor. Panic started to arise in my mind, my immediate reaction was to back away quickly, however I stood my ground, staying exactly where I was.

"Now listen here. I don't want any trouble, and it seems that is all that you are. Please leave, and I won't let any trouble come your way." I spoke firmly, my head held high with false confidence.

"Oh yeh? Well what are you going to do about it then, missy?" The odoured man spat, a smirk set on his rough face, "Now I'm going to count to three for you to get me a drink, or you'll regret it big time."

"No." I hissed, a scowl set on my face.

"One, two- last chance." He said, rage filled his emotionless eyes.

"Get out, filth." I spat, crossing my arms on my chest.

"Three!" He shouted, raising his hand, and bringing it forcefully down towards my face.

I winced, waiting for the impact on my face, but it never came. I opened my eyes, and saw the drunk man collapsed on the floor, holding onto his now bloody nose. I looked up in front of me, and came across a tall, muscular figure, with his fist clenched tightly.

Bard.

"Touch her, and you're dead." Bard hissed at the man, his eyes flaming with rage.

The man quickly scurried up onto his feet, and stumbled as quick as he could out of the bar.
My eyes were wide open in shock, my mouth lost for words.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Bard worriedly spoke, his hands resting on my face, his eyes searching for any injury.

"I am fine. Thank you Bard, I don't know what I would have done without you here. It was my fault- I should have locked up." I said sadly, realising my mistake.

"Y/N, this was not your fault. The man has gone now, and luckily nothing happened to you." Bard spoke, a small frown appearing on his face, "I was so worried about you. Your grandmother came round to my home, knocking quickly on the door. She was asking if I had seen you, as you had not come home yet. I immediately panicked, setting out to come find you. Then I heard shouting coming from here, knowing that you must have been in some sort of trouble. And, well, you know the rest."

"You did all of this just to find me? But why?" I asked, confusion taking over my brain.

"Because I made a promise to myself. I promised myself that I would never lose you, and I don't plan on breaking that promise." Bard whispered, slowly leaning in.