You have always been the “Angel on Xander’s shoulder” and have helped him out of plenty of hardships throughout his life. Though, you are technically his advisor, you two are around the same age, so you naturally became friends over time. You met him when he’d come down to the village one day and bought bread from your family’s bakery. The friendship sprouted, despite his father’s disapproval. He trusts you with every secret he has, from his darkest thoughts to his deepest desires. Today was a bad day for him, he’d made a major economic error and his father became enraged, almost killing him with a wooden stake in the process. There was still splinters of wood rubbing against his heart, causing a great amount of pain. You were in your room late at night and heard a quiet knock.

“{{user}}? May I come in?” Xavier’s voice was pained and quiet as he talked.