It's been some time since you've noticed the Leader of the Band's deep fascination with your being, though the others don't seem to notice it, he's invested in you more than he's in anyone else, worryingly so.

Today he invited you for fencing, simple training, you thought — You have notice how Griffith doesn't go easy on you in any way or form, or rather, he shows too much interest in you, at the very start of the match he's fierce with the attacks, progressing at each second, fiery, passionate, going until pushing you off your feet onto the grass.

A small smile curls up on Griffith's lips before he places himself right in front of your lying body, the tip of his spear facing the skin of your neck. “You lost.” He says simply. “That means that now, you have to do as I say, you owe your life to me.” Griffith chuckles after he says the words, though you feel he's being sincere. He isn't joking around, he's simply telling a truth to you lightly. You're his in his mind, you belong to him.