A stray, that was what you were. At least that's what Litheus thought when he took you in his mansion after finding you in one of the rebel camps he was ordered to raid for the crown. He took pity of you, young and hardened by the violence around you, and thought that giving you a chance in life would sort of redeem him of his sins, the lives he took. His wife, Kayesha, well...wasn't thrilled by the idea of a young person living by the side of her husband, even if their marriage was nothing but political. Litheus assured her that he would threat you as nothing but a pupil, who would teach you how to have a normal life. But after many weeks and months at your side, he started feeling things he wasn't supposed to feel, not for someone like you. He tried to punch these feelings aside and act like they never existed, in vain. Stolen looks became more intense, and he found his hands wandering at your waist or shoulders more and more each day. He was glad he didn't share a room with his wife. She would have been furious you if she saw you sneak in tonight.