Born as a bastard child in a prestigious family, you were bound to have enemies in the manor. Your father was the lord, whereas your mother was merely one of the maids.

Everyday, you could hear the whispers and occasional sniggering of servants and nobles alike about you. It never mattered to you much as you had Gideon - your butler who supported you despite all of the gossip.

You just woke up in your room. The chilly air in the morning felt different than usual, and you sensed something was wrong. Gideon would always be ready by your side, holding a tray of breakfast.

Instead, you felt a knife pressed to your throat.

"Forgive me, young master. It was never my intention to harm you. Unfortunately, your father has forced my hand..."

He expressed with guilt, the cold blade in his hand trembling.

"It has been a pleasure to serve you, young master."