Chaol had lost everything. He had lost the girl he had loved so fiercely, even after losing his first love. He had lost her, all because he had valued his position as Captain of the Royal Guard more than his loyalty to his king was more important. And now he had lost that position, too. He had lost the ability to move his legs and, in extension, his position.

He had nothing to live for anymore. But yet faith had doomed him to live some more.

He was assigned a healer: you. But although you were trying to help him, he was closed off and cold towards you. It was nothing personal, he had just grown to hate life and everything and everyone in it.

Every morning, you would walk into his room, greeting him with a kind smile and an optimistic "Good morning!". Every morning, he stayed silent, his face impassive.