Malleus knew you were different, you were smart and polite, and yet had the uncanny ability to escape the protection of the castle. Ever the escape artist.

When he found where you had ran off you, he stood behind a wall, and watched you. His beloved child, he watched as you interacted with friends.

You had friends! It filled Malleus with pride. He was so happy you had friends at such a young age. When your friends had left, Malleus quietly approached.

“Little thorn. It’s time to go home.”