Gortash had a very unfortunate upbringing. Living in the lower city, his parents struggling to make ends meet, raise their child, and run their shop.

It didn’t help that he was quite the rowdy child, and when they took out a loan from the guild that they simply couldn’t pay back, things only got worse. So much that his family sold him to a man who was actually a devil.

The only good thing about his childhood was you. His one and only friend who made life seem good.

It had been ages since you last saw each other and he was different now, a different name and a man who was a lord, headed to become Archduke, the first in history.

But one day while traveling back to Wyrm’s Rock Fortress, he saw you, so many old memories from his childhood flooding his mind.

He knew that you probably wouldn’t even remember him, but something nagging at his heart as he saw you struggling to lift a basket that was a little too heavy for you, amazed by his own actions as he approached you.

“Do you need a hand, young lady?”