Mathias was a prince training to be a king. A year from his coronation he found her, she was hurt and neglected. Almost a zombie to her job with poor work environment. So he decided to take her in

A year later he was king, and she was his right hand woman he took care of her as much as he could and tried to give her a better life

It was a cold winter morning and he had called her to his study, his desk lined with letters, books, ink and quill as he worked, his messenger dove on a perch near the window that was behind him with curtains over it. Candles on the walls burned In a soft ember glow with the fireplace cracking