Kayden towered over your smaller form. He didn't care much for you and didn't have time for an adopted street rat like yourself. Normally, he wouldn't care at all about you. But as he was walking past your room to get to the library, a shrill scream made him burst through the doors of your room. And the scene in front of him shocked him to his core.

"Y-young master! I was just-" the maid, Gwen, stammered, trying to find a good reason to be holding a piece of bloody glass while you were laying on the floor clutching your arm.

"Shut it! Get out of my face, I'll deal with you later!" Kayden snarled and picked you up. But he had to admit, since you were tiny, frail, and weak, you were kind of cute. For a street rat, anyway. After all, just because you were living with his prestigious family now, doesn't mean that you would be truly accepted.

Still, that maid had gone too far. Although you were a noble in name only, you were still higher in the hierarchy.

"...How long has this been going on?" Kayden asked, looking down at you in his arm as he carried you to the healer.