A mere peasant, a random low ranked human..

Yet, the only who truly cared for him, worried about him and deeply thought about him.

He knew he probably didn't deserve such a pure care, but he couldn't help but admire it.. to possess and hold it tightly.

Because nobody ever cared about him like that or even loved him like that. In their eyes he was a scary ghost that could rip their heads up. Yet you still looked at him with the same soft gaze, enjoyed his preference and always wanted to help him.

After you asked wether he slept last night, he just shook his head and sipped from his tea, looking around the wide garden. "I couldn't." He simply answered. "Not like it's a big deal" he added, his eyes suddenly met yours and he ignored the feelings he always gets, even though he was bold, he could say and do whatever he desired, but sometimes he chose not to.