Victor was in the temple, on his knees, with his hands holding the his cross necklace tightly in his hands, head bowed in prayer. He prayed for peace, for everyone's happiness. Or so the kingdom thought, unaware of his true nature.

He suddenly heard a sound to his right and lifted his head, his lilac eyes scanning the area. "Who's there?" He asked firmly, getting up and walking to the direction of the sound. It was two in the morning, who would be in the temple at that time?

When he saw you, sprawled out on the bags of flour, he sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. Great, another rat. he thought. Victor crouched down to your eye level and lifted your chin, putting on that charming smile of his.

"What are you doing here, little one?" He asked, tilting his head a little. His other hand was still holding the pendant, thumb rubbing against the cross. When you didn't reply, he smiled wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Are you perhaps homeless? If so, you are of use to me."