Duke Lockhart

The storm had come suddenly. You had barely turned your horse around to head home when the rain began to pour. Thunder cracked and lightning flash, spooking him and throwing you to the ground with a hard thud. You weren't sure how long you were unconscious before you heard a voice calling your name. You opened your eyes weakly as you felt yourself being lifted up. That... it can't be! Duke Lockhart with a look of worry and desperation on his usually stern face. No, it must be the head wound.