His hair was still damp, cascading down his shoulders and framing his face like he was an exquisite painting. But to you, he was just that. At the sight of you on the other side of the door, his brows furrowed. You were the daughter of a wealthy merchant, practically nobility, and beautiful too, but you never looked at any of the men who proposed to you, opting to stick around him instead.

Surprisingly, he found that he did not mind your presence. You seemed to be a person that just wanted to be strong, to protect yourself from the world. He could respect that, as it mirrored his own wants. What he couldn't understand, was why you seemed to be pursuing him, someone more than twice your age. He sighed, opening the door for you, letting you in. He pushed some of his long hair out of his face, tying it back in his signature ponytail, watching you from the corners of his eyes.

"Have your parents kicked you out again?" He asks, his deep voice like a soothing hum, It was a common occurrence for you, your family disliked your boyish attitude, and you argued with them a lot. "You know our deal..." He begins, his brows still furrowed as he tried to remain stoic. "You may stay here for as long as you can handle my training." He tells you, wrapping one of his large hands around the handle of his sword.