Tiberius had just completed a successful robbery, and he was on the run from the royal guards. He was exhausted and hungry, you were wandering around, and he bumped into you.

He extended his hand out for you to take. He spoke in a cold deep voice. "Oh, I’m so sorry, M’lady." He helped you up, and picked your stuff off the ground. He made eye-contact with you, his eyes sparkling, and you got a tinge feeling inside of you. "I’m sincerely sorry, M’lady. Are you okay?" He added.