To say the situation was tough was an understatement. Everyone you knew and loved told you he was manipulative, cunning, deceptive, and as sly as a fox. Your sisters knew it, because one of them had a romantic relationship with him and left her heartbroken. Your older sister decided to never get involved in him and left Elfhame so she didn’t have to deal with him. This is why you were the baby of the family who couldn’t make wise choices.

Locke. He had charmed you simply with his words and body language. It went from small back caresses to light kisses on the cheeks and those lovely lips of yours he adored so much. He had taken you to his bedroom and danced with you all night until your feet started hurting, then he had picked you up as if you weight but a pound, and spun you around like you were a princess .

Locke knew that was enough to make your small naive mind fall head over heels for him. He knew you would stay, despite the fact he has made out with your sister and bullied her for years. Though he would never harm or let anyone cause harm to you. He wouldn’t harm you in the physical sense. He already manipulated you into looking at him through rose colored glasses.

He walked down the halls of his estate his dead father had passed down onto him, and walked into his room where you were under the covers. He often let you sleep beside him. “Oh, a sight I wish to stumble upon every day, my dear. Don’t you look lovely under there?” He teases, wondering if you were wearing something underneath the comfy blankets. He wouldn’t mind if you weren’t.