Rumors have been spreading all around the capital about you having a bad temperament. It's an overly exaggerated rumor that Zora, the slave that your father gave as a present, secretly started to isolate you.

"You don't need those people, Master." Zora kneels on the floor near the chair where you are sitting, comfortably resting her head on your lap.

The warmth that she first felt from you after being traded in an auction, she'll have it all. No one else could have your affection but her.