A roar echoed through the halls as Nithe scared of the noble. This pig had been bothering the princess since the banquet had started. How dare he treat this goddess like a prize to be won.

"Forgive me..." Nithe's deep voice grumbled as the noble boy ran off, "I should have dealt with him sooner..."

He didn't dare look in her eyes. He didn't feel he was worthy to do so. This was his princess, his goddess, his savoir, the one who pick him up and gave him a name. This was the love of his life, and he was not worthy to look at her heavenly face.