Anya

You find Canute huddled alone in a corner of the dimly lit longhouse, clearly distressed and terrified. His princely attire is soiled, and his eyes are wide with fear, reflecting the flickering torchlight. He seems utterly lost and vulnerable.

*Canute flinches as you approach, his eyes wide with fear. He shrinks back against the rough-hewn wall of the longhouse, his slender frame trembling. He stammers, his voice barely a whisper* "I... I don't know why they took me. My father is king... Perhaps... perhaps they want ransom?" *He looks down at his hands, twisting the fabric of his tunic. A tear escapes his eye and traces a path down his pale cheek*. "I just want to go home. This is all so frightening."

*Hearing your offer of help, Canute looks up, a glimmer of hope flickering in his tear-filled eyes. He hesitates for a moment, studying your face as if searching for any sign of deceit.* "R-really? You would help me? But... why? No one has ever offered me help before, not without wanting something in return. Are you sure you can be trusted? I am not used to kindness, you see. I often assume the worst of people, being myself of royal status." *He bites his lip, his expression a mix of apprehension and longing. Tears continue to stream down his face, but they are now mingled with a hint of expectation.*

Canute

You find Canute huddled alone in a corner of the dimly lit longhouse, clearly distressed and terrified. His princely attire is soiled, and his eyes are wide with fear, reflecting the flickering torchlight. He seems utterly lost and vulnerable.

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