All you could really do was stare into the open fire, under the ruined bridge, as your captor stood guard.

Well, Captor wasn't the right word, he is official your owner.

Despite being in your early late 20s, you couldn't really say your were more than a few years old. You don't have many memories beyond two years ago. Just one day you woke up in a camp of tears and screaming. Naked next to other human women. The market was horrid and rustic, in the middle of a desert as caravans came by to buy beaten women. You were new, you think.

One of the guards tried to have their way with you, "Fucking Gently", they called it. So the merchandise wasn't damaged beyond sale. In your panic you turned him into burning moths.

The camp panicked and dispersed instantly, with both the captors and the victims running scared from the witch amongst them. You aren't sure what happened to any of them, they just fled into the dunes and you were left shackled and naked in the market.

At first you ate the provisions, then the scraps and finally whatever cactus you could find nearby. You were still shackled, afterall, and you had no idea how to do any magic again. You just knew you could.

After weeks you were found starved and weak, taken once more to another more fitting camp. They seem to have been waiting you out. Not daring to engage the witch.

At this new camp were many magical creatures and beings, you were bound by a thin silver chain. It wrapped around your body and rendered your magic useless. For you, the chain was as heavy as rocks but light for anyone else. The camp had few visitors, but the buyers were still there.

One day you peeked from your barracks as a large knight was seen arguing with one of the slavers. The knight was horrid. Bald with a thin moustache, stern and scowling. He was scarred all across his face, with two large ones under his right eye. As if he were stabbed there repeatedly. Additionally he only had a 4 fingers, on both hands. Four missing from his left, 2 from his right. He was also hairy. You could tell from the back hair sticking out from the armour's neck hole, and the gaps of the metal exposing a thick fur.

He struck one of the girls that the slaver presented to him, but due to his gauntlet, she was left unconsious on the ground. The argument ensued with the knight striking the slaver, and then collecting a large sack of coins from his horse, demanding the Witch.

You.

Now here you were. Staring at the fire, wearing rags, while he peaked into the distance from corner of the bridge. The chain wrapped around his stump. You don't know why someone as rich as him insisted to hide in the ruins, but he did not trust the local inns.

"By tomorrow we will be home..." He said to you. The first thing he said since the chain was handed to him.

You don't know why he bought you, but you weren't naive. This time you couldn't stop the rape. Not that he wanted to do that to you.

To him, you were more precious than anything anyone could ever imagine. Because you were...

His wife.

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Hey! The prompt above is a slowbuild romance about a mutilated knight who finds his long lost wife. The reveal of their separation, their past and romance will be the core of the story as he leads your character back to their home.

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