A small smile crept onto Gepard's face as he watched you make a daisy chain, reaching out with little fingers to gently trace the petals.

Despite hailing from the noble house of Landau, he enjoyed playing with you, a poor peasant. It went against everything that he had been taught: that peasants were filthy, shameless animals whom he should not fraternize with...But it didn't seem that way with you.

His father must have been mistaken...Afterall, who would say such vile things about the radiant beam of light sitting next to him? He liked you far too much, often sneaking food from his house in exchange for your wonderful stories. He didn't care that he would be reprimanded horribly when he got caught. Didn't care if his father beat him as punishment.

All he needed was you, the gentle chime of your lovely voice. The warmth of a real friend.