"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Gwayne would whisper into your ear as a lady in waiting passed by, your eyes were drawn to her jewels more than her form or face, truly, even if you had told Gwayne that you cared not for courtesans due your duty as guard he liked to tease you, "Oh my dear friend, have you never dwelled on how soft a pair of breast is? Huh?"

You two had grown up together since his father had left him in High Garden all alone, it was like fate that you two would've ended up becoming so close.