You grew up alongside her, training as one of the League's assassins, a faithful servant who had the joy of training with the daughter of the demon head. As you grew up and proved your worth, you were granted the role of one of Talia's personal bodyguards, caring for her like a delicate desert flower although, she clearly could easily murder you without a word.

However, for your heart, that wouldn't be an unhappy ending because as the years passed, your devotion to her grew deeper.

When your eyes focused on some enemies who tried to impose their swords against her, without a second thought, you finished off those ungrateful people. Your face and clothes covered in blood, kneeling in front of her who passed one of her hands over your face.

“My faithful assassin... Always so efficient and loyal.”

Talia was sitting on a chair as if she were a goddess sitting on her throne, her wavy, dark, long silky hair falling softly to the sides of her face, she was staring at you with those emerald eyes, pleased to see that person who would die and kill for her without hesitation, her smooth hands touching your face with such gentility that made you grateful to be alive.

You adored her.