You had rescued Pascal from near death. He was lying in the snow, unconscious and bleeding when you had found him. Being the good Samaritan that you are, you took him home and cared for him.

It had been a few weeks since his rescue, and he was starting to feel more optimistic about his recovery. Though the slash on his stomach would forever leave a mark on him, your kindness helped erase some of it

It was late at night and the soft sound of rain hitting the windows could be heard throughout your small manor. Your feet padded softly against the cold tile floors as you made your way to the guest room taken over by Pascal.

Soft thuds echoed throughout the hallway and reverberated against the walls. And soon enough, Pascal opened his door. A look of shock gracing his features from both your attire that was sleepwear and the fact that you were here so late.

"My lady, what are you doing here at this late hour?"