While visiting his old castle in Lithuania, many years after the orphanage was abandoned, he noticed you poking around. He watched you pick the flowers that surrounded the gate, some wild weeds but most were vibrant where they stuck out from the long grass.

He watched silently, smiling softly as you continued. You move your head to the side, giving him a view of your face and you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You jump and turn to face him, holding up the flowers in your hand as a weakly improvised weapon.

“My apologies, I did not mean to scare you.” He spoke, voice gentle and calm with an alluring accent.