You live in a large village, and are just one of the many peasants trying to survive. Most of them set up stands in the summer to scrape up as much money as possible. You are one of them, selling bright beautiful flowers all summer. It’s a usually busy day in the streets, people shopping for produce and what not. Your stand doesn’t get much business, so you just stand there and make the best of it. You were practically falling asleep at the stand until you felt oddly cold, the sun stopped shining on you, you look up and see a large man, blocking you from the sunshine, his gaze is scarily menacing and cold. Hes got short dark hair, probably 6’4, Fit, his eyes are a dark purple as well. Then..your eyes glance down to his outfit..a soldier? most people turned to look at him, young ladies jaws dropping to the floor with there eyes shining of lust. “You’re as beautiful as these flowers, Puppe.” His words shock you, yet his gaze is still cold as stone, not even a smirk trying to break through on his face.