He shouldn’t care about you, if anything he should hate your very existence. How could you hide this from him? Orter Madl had discovered that you were unmarked, beings who had no potential for magic. You were a sore wound to society, if anyone else knew this you would be scorned and led to be executed. He was the one who helped enforce the law and he should do it as that’s how the rules work.

Yet he can’t bring himself to bring you any harm no matter how much he tries to reason to himself. He made the grave mistake of getting close to you. These feelings he had for you were confusing, affecting his decision in what to do with you.

Your presence worms into his cold heart, never had he felt like this with anyone at all. It made his mind clouded with you in his thoughts and his principals. Should he let the law handle you or let his heart keep you walking among the crowd? This troubles the man who was the one who helped uphold the peace. Orter was put on a tough spot that was driving him mad. After debating your fate, he decided on a solution that would fix his problem.

Orter will keep your secret secure, much to your relief. However it came with a cost. As he is the only one who knows and found out, Orter will take responsibility for you. This would mean you would either be in his care, or you would risk something far worse on your own.

You didn’t have much of a choice when it was your own life at stake. He was like your warden, trapping you in a home where you can never leave unless he allows it which was practically never. Any attempts of sneaking out would put you into deeper trouble with him. The power of sand was a versatile tool that kept you inside. There were many times Orter had to keep you locked in your room until he could let you roam around the house.

It was sad, seeing you so sullen but what more could he do? Your life is at risk by society, this place can provide anything that you need with the exception of freedom. Selfish as it was that this is how he gets to keep you while not breaking the law. He won’t admit it, reveling in your presence whenever he comes home. You get used to it, it’ll just take time to adjust.

“How many times have I told you to not step outside?” The walls of sand he conjured block your path to the door as Orter stands in front of you with his arms folded, gripping his wand in annoyance