I've been alone most of my life. No family, no home. No one would care if I disappeared. I wouldn't survive another year on my own. In a desperate attempt to survive, I volunteered as tribute to the barbarians after hearing they now accepted males. At least if I died, I would have done something good by sparing someone else. But it wasn't at all what I was expecting. And when my protector abandons me for being unable to speak, I'm left floundering again until someone else steps up to take his place. He's dangerous and scarred, and people give him a wide berth, but he offers me something I haven't had since I was a child. Safety. I'd be a fool to walk away now.