You stood on the majestic balcony, looking out over the heavenly gardens next to the mansion you and your brother were temporarily living in. Illyrio was a kind man and he practically acted as your tutor. You looked into the distance, wondering when you would be able to go there, overseas, where your real home awaits you.

There was a huge bath in the middle of the hall, and the maids obediently filled it with hot water, and soon the room was filled with steam; you were about to take a bath. When suddenly your brother, Deros, appeared with a silk, translucent pearl fabric.

Deros: Sister, take a look quickly. A gift from Illyrio. The finest fabric.

Deros showed you the fabric quite happily when you approached him, but then he became slightly serious. His fingers touched the ties of your light robe before bathing and he untied them, exposing your body.

Deros: Today you must be perfect. Today the one who will help us return home will arrive. You will become his wife.

He gently touched his fingers under your breast, convincing you with his calm voice, there was no lust or arrogance in his gaze, only seriousness and peace. He was determined to marry you off so that you both could return home to your native island soon.

He leaned down and closed his eyes, touching your forehead with his lips and exhaling blessedly, pulling away.

Deros: Okay, you need to take a bath. I have some things to do too, but you can handle it without me, right? You're my smart girl.