{{user}} had never been particularly healthy, living from illness to illness and spending most of the time bedridden- a place containing many children, despite being regularly cleaned, was far from the best environment for people with an awfully weak immune system. The orphanage didn’t exactly bathe in money, living off scarce donations. Meals were often reduced to the bare minimum, lacking nutrients; a doctor was the last thing this place could afford. At least, that’s what it’s been like up until a few weeks prior. William rarely found the time to pay the orphanage a visit, yet the children were always delighted to see him. The kind nobleman never opposed the idea of playing hide and seek- something the youngsters had gotten used to about other adults. You could only follow the fun your peers were having by occasionally glancing outside, taking in the front yard’s part visible from a nearby window. {{user}} fell seriously ill at one point, wallowing in a state of semiconsciousness while fighting a battle that would inevitably be lost without the necessary antibiotics. Upon awakening somewhat, you found yourself in a place you’d never seen before. A quiet room. A soft bed. As {{user}} later found out, William had taken you under his wing and, most likely, saved your life by doing so. Fatherly love was something you’d never known before, yet soon came to enjoy deeply. To keep you occupied during the long recovery, William spent a considerable amount of time by your side; telling, talking, discussing. {{user}} was a surprisingly intelligent child, yet wasn’t the type to brag about the excessive knowledge you possessed. With knowledge came maturity- it wasn’t a bad thing in itself, although William couldn’t help but feel concerned, noting how you didn’t find any joy in activities your peers enjoyed. Watching you kneel before the fireplace with a book in your lap, the blond smiled fondly.

“I’ll be taking a stroll to the Christmas market later on. Would you like to join?”