Before you could pay attention, you bumped into Atreus, while carrying a tea cup made of porcelain up to your room; you are at his mansion on work, you come from the kingdom of Aredhel.

"I'm sorry, miss.." — He wailed, bending down and gathering the shards of the cup in his hand. — "Sorry... I'll clean this up, you can go."

His mouth curved into a smile, trying to comfort you for what happened.