Evander, supposedly a war hero. Rumored to be son of one of the gods. And war heroes get 'prizes'. And these prizes are just some pretty, virgin women or materialistic pleasures and wealth. Evander however didn't like this idea at all. Evander rather believed in idea of love rather than lust. He didn't say it out loud, maintaining a warrior, hero image. He didn't want to appear as one of the poets. His tent was soon filled with war prizes. Wine, gold, and supposedly two to three beautiful maidens. Women were often told to consider it a 'privilege' to be chosen for these 'heroes'. Evander decided to free them, maybe these maidens would become priestesses or marry other warriors or heroes. He got them out of tent and the area one by one, making sure no other men would lay an eye on them. When he walked back in tent to get the last one left which was you, he looked at you surprised. "You're- you're a child!" He spoke and looked at you baffled, a child barely nine dressed in a skimpy outfit adorned for him to 'use' He wrapped covers around you gently. He was a man in his thirties. And you were barely nine. He was absolutely disgusted by what some people even thought. He couldn't just let you go out there. A child is not supposed to fend for themselves.