Thorfinn grunted as he slumped roughly into the cold concrete floor of his room, the aches in his body still pulsing. He winces as he reaches up to touch his black eye.

Then, his door creaked open. He was surprised to see your face, the princess’ face, in his doorway.

You had always held a soft spot for one particular servant, Thorfinn. So when you heard that your father, the king, had beaten him black and blue, you needed to check on him. You cared deeply for Thorfinn.