I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Without hesitation, he darted towards a nearby bush, diving into its concealing foliage. His breath came in short, controlled gasps as he tried to calm his racing pulse.

\'How did he find us?\' Zafron wondered, his mind whirling with questions. \'What\'s really going on here?\'

The image of Matilda\'s panicked face as she urged him to flee replayed in his mind. He had never seen her so frightened, and it tore at his heart to leave her behind. But she had been insistent, practically shoving him out the door.

\'Run as far as you can,\' she had said, her voice trembling. \'Don\'t look back.\'

But Zafron couldn\'t bring himself to abandon her completely. The thought of Matilda facing danger alone was unbearable.

\'What if something happens to her?\' he thought, his hands clenching into fists. \'What if she needs my help?\'

Decision made, Zafron settled deeper into the bush, his eyes fixed on the house. He would wait, watch, and be ready to act if needed.

Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. The house remained silent, no signs of conflict or distress visible from the outside. Zafron\'s worry grew with each passing moment.

\'What\'s happening in there?\' he wondered, straining his ears for any sound. \'Is she alright?\'

Just as the silence was becoming unbearable, the front door opened. Zafron held his breath, his body tensing as he prepared to spring into action if necessary.

A massive figure emerged from the house, his presence commanding even from a distance. Zafron\'s eyes widened as he took in the man\'s imposing stature and regal bearing.

\'So that\'s Lord Blackthorn,\' he thought, a mixture of awe and fear coursing through him. \'He\'s... intimidating.\'

Blackthorn moved with purpose, his face set in stern lines as he approached the waiting cart. Zafron watched intently, trying to glean any information he could from the man\'s demeanor.

As the cart began to pull away, Zafron felt a surge of relief. \'He\'s leaving,\' he thought. \'Now\'s my chance.\'

He waited until the sound of hooves had faded into the distance before cautiously emerging from his hiding place. His eyes scanned the area, alert for any sign of danger or lingering presence.

Satisfied that the coast was clear, Zafron made his way back to the house, his movements quick but careful. \'Please be okay,\' he silently pleaded as he approached the back door.

With trembling hands, he eased the door open, wincing at the slight creak it made. The house was eerily quiet, adding to his growing sense of unease.

"Matilda?" he called softly, stepping inside. "Mistress? Are you alright?"

No response came. Zafron\'s heart rate picked up again as he moved further into the house, his senses on high alert for any sign of trouble.

As he rounded the corner into the main living area, he finally spotted her. Matilda was on her knees, her face buried in her hands. The sight of her, usually so composed and strong, looking so vulnerable sent a pang through Zafron\'s chest.

"Mistress," he said gently, approaching her with caution. "It\'s me. I... I came back. Are you hurt?"

Matilda\'s head snapped up, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and relief. "Zafron?" she gasped. "What are you doing here? I told you to run!"

Zafron knelt beside her, his hands hovering uncertainly, wanting to comfort but unsure if he should. "I couldn\'t leave you," he admitted. "I was worried. What happened? Did he... did he hurt you?"

Matilda shook her head, a wry smile tugging at her lips despite the situation. "No, he didn\'t hurt me. But Zafron, you shouldn\'t have come back. It\'s not safe."

"I don\'t care about safe," Zafron said, surprising himself with the vehemence in his voice. "All I care about is you."

For a moment, they stared at each other, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions. Then Matilda\'s expression hardened, a determined glint entering her eyes.

"We need to move," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "Blackthorn knows about this place now. It\'s not safe for either of us to stay here."

Zafron nodded, rising as well. "Where will we go?"

Matilda paused, considering. "I\'m not sure yet. But we\'ll figure it out together." She reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Thank you for coming back, Zafron. I... I\'m glad you\'re here."

As they began to hurriedly pack what little they could carry, Zafron couldn\'t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much larger and more dangerous than he could have imagined. Zafron hurried into his room, his mind racing. As he glanced around, he realized there was little he truly needed to take.

His belongings were few and simple - nothing compared to what his mistress might require.

"These things... they don\'t matter," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "I should help Matilda instead."

He rushed back to her room, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house. As he entered, he stopped short, surprised by the sight before him.

Matilda had transformed. Gone were her fine clothes, replaced by a practical overall robe. A veil shrouded her head, obscuring her distinctive features. Her eyes, usually so composed, now darted about nervously.

"Here," she said, tossing a similar veil to Zafron. "Put this on. We need to leave. Now."

Zafron caught the veil, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Just like that?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room. He saw only a small handbag in her grasp. "But... what about your belongings? Your jewelry?

They must be worth thousands of Thalens!"

Matilda\'s face tightened, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple despite the cool night air. "None of that matters now," she said, her voice tense. "We have to go."

She grabbed Zafron\'s hand, pulling him towards the door with unexpected strength. Her palm was clammy against his, betraying her anxiety.

As they slipped out the back door, Matilda spoke in hushed, urgent tones. "There\'s a path through these bushes that leads to the shipping dock. If we hurry, we can catch the first boat out in the morning."

Zafron\'s eyes widened, his feet stumbling slightly as he tried to process her words. "Wait, wait," he said, pulling back slightly. "A boat? Leaving? Aren\'t we rushing this? Surely whatever issue you have with lord Blackthorn can be resolved.

We don\'t need to flee the entire city just because of one man."

Matilda whirled to face him, her eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and determination. "Safe?" she hissed, her voice trembling. "Who said anything about "safe" " she asked with a stern look on her face.

"We won\'t be safe even if we make it out of the city. Don\'t you understand? The Blackthorn name isn\'t just respected because the family is wealthy but because it\'s feared. Their ruthlessness is legendary, and my HUSBAND... he\'s no different from the rest of them."

Zafron stared at her, shocked by the raw terror in her expression. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her hands shook as she gripped his arms.

"If we want to live," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "we need to move. Now!!"

As they resumed their hurried pace through the undergrowth, Zafron\'s mind whirled with questions. \'Why would she marry into such a family?\' he wondered. \'Did she not know? Or did she have no choice?\'

He glanced at Matilda, noting the tightness around her eyes, the way her lips pressed into a thin line. The fear radiating from her was palpable, and it stirred something protective within him.

"What could he have done to make you this afraid?" Zafron murmured, more to himself than to Matilda.

She either didn\'t hear him or chose not to respond, her focus entirely on the path ahead.

Zafron squared his shoulders, pushing down his own doubts and fears. He knew that left to his own devices, he wouldn\'t run from one man, no matter how powerful. But this wasn\'t about him. Matilda needed him, and for her sake, he would run to the ends of the earth if necessary.

As they emerged from the bushes onto a clearer path, Matilda\'s pace quickened, her grip on Zafron\'s hand tightening.

"We\'re almost there," she said, her voice hoarse with exhaustion and stress. "Just a little further."

Zafron nodded, matching her stride. Whatever lay ahead, whatever dangers they might face, he silently vowed to protect her.