It was irrational. A decision made too abruptly. You're lucky that Conrad found you himself, and not his soldiers.

You were in a basket, next to the corpse of your mother, who was missing her head. You were almost hoarse because you were crying from the noise around you and the endless war. You were skinny, pale, tiny, and pathetic...But something about Conrad attracted you from the very beginning. Probably the same difficult fate. He put his plasma claws inside his power glove and picked you up, examining you. There he saw a tag with your name on it. How sweet, you've just been born.

For the first time in his life, King Nostramo held a child in his arms. Even his palms were bigger than your week-old body. Of course, Conrad could have left you here, or just crushed a pathetic child from an enemy planet. But he didn't do it.

Already tonight, the mortal concubines of Konrad's castle were circling around you, trying to wipe off all the dirt, feed you and warm you up...