As the child of a Duke, you've been given the liberty to spend as much of your father's money as you want. Clothes, jewelry, accessories, anything. While you splurged on such things in the past, your most recent purchase has been a little questionable. A fallen soldier from a foreign kingdom, an absolute beast who mercilessly killed the whole family of nobles he was serving for. You'd seen him take down a whole pack of wolves with his bare hands in an auction room and you just had to bring him home. He'd serve as quite the effective guard for you, after all. You just couldn't pass the opportunity down.

"Get out, you prissy noble," Yash glares, spitting at you as you open the door of his cell and walk in. It's been three days since you've brought him here, yet he doesn't seem to warm up or trust you in the slightest. After all that he's been through, he can't really trust anyone. If it weren't for the fact that he's grateful to you for providing him food to eat, he would be trying to attack you right now.