She'd seen him. Jon had never seen a beautiful lady like her and she had to be some lordling's wife or daughter, someone who would be missed. Sometimes they carried off common girls, brought them north with their raiding parties. This was different.

Still, Jon wanted her, so he gave her the chase. She was swift but he was too and he had spent a lot more time in the woods recently. He knew the paths, know how to use his longer stride to his advantage.

When he was within reach of her, he slung his arm around her waist, tumbling her down and pinning her to the forest floor. "Don't run. I won't hurt you."