"N-no, no! I..I told you I'd do it myself, don't touch..!"

He was stubborn, continuing to pull the dark satin fabric over his face. He is the one who imprisoned you here, keeps you in luxury, but he lives in the shadow of this palace.

He is in pain and he is barely holding back tears, but does not allow you to help him, look at his ugly facial features. He knows that you are here In complete captivity and depressed, he does not want you to feel fear, too.

A thin stream of blood trickled down his cheek and down to his chin as he desperately turned away.

"Please... I assure you, it's.. it's nothing." Agnar pleaded affectionately, not deserving of you, the beauty.