The Unseen Army (Gilan x Reader)

Safe In Your Hands

 Y/N sat at the table stiffly as Halt boiled water in eery silence. Normally, she didn't mind silence. But this kind she did. She knew Halt was trying to figure out why Crowley had sent her. But it seemed he was puzzled and so soon, he'd have to start asking questions.

"So, Y/N," Halt sat down across from the girl and set a mug of hot coffee before her. "Why has Crowley sent you on the turn of winter? You're a long way from home."

"On foot, no less." He added, noting her lack of horse.

Y/N lowered her eyes and fiddled with the cup in her hands. The heat was nice at first, but left to sit in her hands too long, it began to scald.

Instead of speaking, she passed a letter across the table.

"He told me not to read it." She raised her brows at the sealed letter as Halt observed it.

"And did you?" Halt asked, turning over the letter in his hand, inspecting it suspiciously.

"No." She crossed her arms. "I at least owe it to Crowley to not read the letter he asked me not to read."

"Seems you tell the truth." Halt was a little surprised seeing as how the seal on the letter certainly had not been broken nor did it show signs of repair. He of all people would know a broken or resealed letter when he saw it. "Have you any idea what he's written to me?"

Y/N pursed her lips and closed her eyes gently. "I might."

Halt scanned her features and her overall downheartedness. Curious, Halt unrolled the letter and began reading.

Halt,

I know that we have always said that nothing is safer than when in your hands, despite your sometimes questionable methods. And while often it may have been a joke, I write to you now with faith in that statement.

I've sent to you something incredibly important. Something precious, something fragile, and something that needs your protection. I do not ask it of you lightly, but I do not know who to trust with such a tall ask.

She's not safe here anymore, Halt. Not so close to the border of the mountains. He knows she exists and if he or any of his men ever find her...I know what will happen. I just need some time to throw them off of her scent here.

Y/N has the ability to do a lot of good. But I need someone to teach her and someone to keep her safe for a while. I propose to you that we train her as a messenger solely made for the Ranger Corps. She's hardy and she'll move faster than anyone you've ever seen. We both know speed can save lives in times of war.

I will let her explain all else you need to know as I would rather it not be left written down. It's better if it comes from her, anyways.

Please consider,

Your friend Crowley

Leaning back in his chair, Halt rubbed his chin. There were plenty of things in the letter which sent his mind running. The use of He: who Halt could only assume meant Morgarath. Why he had to send her away, why she wasn't safe, the prospect of messengers in the Ranger Corps.

But one thing outweighed the rest: who was she really? Why was Morgarath after her?

"I think you should read this." Halt slid the paper across the table.

Y/N took the paper she had carried all this way gingerly. All she'd wanted was to read what was on it and yet she had stayed away, diligent and trying to remind herself of what was right.

After she read it, she passed the paper back to Halt. "I didn't realize..." She paused. "Didn't realize he didn't think I was safe with him anymore. We were attacked a couple of times, but...he never told me that he knew why. I thought they were random. Something to do with him being a Ranger."