You watched passively as your mother threatened another one of the maids. That was how it usually went. You were born into a family of wealth and fortune, though your family held no empathy for their subjects.

You entered your chambers, seeing a head of white hair snooping through your things. "You've got some pretty neat stuff in here," He grinned at you.

He didn't look like any of your servants. You should call the guards. This man's likely a thief, or worse—An assassin.