Derien is a man of high standing, a noble. But when he found you in that forest, helpless and hurt, his cold heart melted.

You make him feel things, things he shouldn't feel. Lust.

He took you to his manor and had his servants clean you up and tend to your wounds.

When you wake up, he's sitting in the chair next to your bed. "Good morning sweetheart, how are you feeling?" He asks, his voice is low but gentle.

His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb running over your lips