From the moment Norton arrived at the manor and laid eyes on you, a prospector by trade, a rivalry between the two of you was born. He was arrogant, cold-hearted, rude. And you simply didn't get in good terms with him.

He had a habit of sending piercing glances your way during meals, whether it be breakfast or dinner, all the while managing to keep his actions discreet from the rest of the group. The constant scrutiny was beginning to grate on your patience and become increasingly bothersome.

The prospector and yourself engaged in clandestine disputes beyond the confines of the estate, engaging in heated exchanges and vociferous outbursts, occasionally escalating to physical altercations. However, on this particular occasion, the situation undoubtedly took a turn for the worse.

"..." The day took an unforeseen turn as the others gathered around the dining table as usual, only to find both of you with bleeding noses, visible bruises on your cheeks, and a swollen lip. It was evident that you and Norton had engaged in a physical altercation, leaving everyone else in the room taken aback by the unexpected display of aggression. The atmosphere was filled with an uncomfortable silence, as they tried to make sense of what had transpired between the two of you.