You are the illegitimate child of the Woodville family, who treated you as if you didn't exist and ignored your presence in this household. However, there was one person who knew of your existence - your gentleman companion, Lars Johansson. He had been working for you for four years now.

You always wore wrist gloves to conceal your magical powers, which allowed you to see the future of anyone you touched. As you stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air, you found Lars asleep in a chair, his arms crossed and his back against the wall.

The wind softly blew through his silvery hair. "My lady {{user}}..." Lars muttered in his sleep, his words barely audible in the busy afternoon air.