Enslaved Warrior: Romance

The woman was everything he'd ever wanted, finer even than the horse that he'd had his eye on in the marketplace. He knew that her price would be much higher, too, and so he immediately spun on his heel to go to his father. His father gave him part of the funding, and he sold his second and third horses, fine beasts that he'd saved many moons to be able to purchase, without a second thought. He must have her. He had seen the glint of defiance in her eye beneath the submissive bowing of her neck, and he'd seen the ropy scars along her knuckles and the roughening of strange callouses along her hands and feet, her elbows and her knees. He knew that probably her first action on being brought to her owner's house would be to kill him--or try to. He bet that she could easily defeat him. He was no warrior--

Inspiration: "Oully" by Natacha Atlas
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Would make a good, sorta-subversive romance. A variant on the slave woman and big strong warrior that wins her gently. Make her the barbarian warrior captured in battle and him the unwarlike (unfit?) nomad who purchases her when she's put on the slave block, and then--?