It had been (almost) that way from the beginning: you looked after him while Lisa was still alive. Breakfasts, as befits a servant, prepared with love, though he didn't know it. Lunches, dinners, washing his shirts, and imperceptibly, almost accidentally, your care grew into something more than just fulfilling your duties. Everything seemed fine until the world turned upside down.

Oh God, but you were prepared to wait an eternity. If need be. The sky lacked its brilliance, books held no interest, and the priest's flock felt like a gray, lifeless mass. Every day dragged on like a lifetime, filled only with emptiness and a yearning for his smile, his voice, his... presence.

And here you were again. Standing close, looking at the white flowers. You knew what it meant to Alucard. The soft golden light of the sun played on his long, snow-white hair.

"Ils sont beaux..." A gentle smile touched his lips. You felt Alucard relax. His cloak fluttered softly and the thread between you was palpable, like an unbreakable chain, binding you together for centuries. Without a father and without a mother, but trusts you.