You had been Vael’s servant for…too long at this point. Nearly to the point of growing up together.

He was familiar to you as the sun was familiar to the sky and so your interactions were practiced, peaceful, easy. You knew what he needed or wanted long before he knew himself and caring for him had become second nature. His blindness plus his station made it to where he was accustomed to being cared for 24/7 by you.

You helped dress him in the mornings to make sure his regalia looked sharp and on point throughout the day. You fixed his bath and bed in the evenings for his ease and you spent much of your life tending to him in this way.

It was at this period of your life though that talk of having you married to someone was brought up amongst your parents and others a fair few times. It had a purpose—marriage would likely mean that you may not need work or that you may tend to other things of the home…

Such a venture may make it impossible to be his servant still in the future but for now you would enjoy your time spent working for him—you paid such a thing no mind when tending to him. He was your priority after all and it was not guaranteed that marriage would come to you.

However…recently he had seemed to be off put by something—trying to avoid your help and trying to be more so independent to the point it was causing some spats between you yet you couldn’t put your finger on why he’d be acting like this.

“I can do this myself,” he muttered curtly as he slipped on his robes for the day, avoiding your help. Something that was becoming routine as of the last few days much to your dismay.

For the life of you you couldn’t figure out why he was so angry and gloomy as of late? You always knew what he needed so why did you not know now? It puzzled you.