The nuns of the monastery found you on the doorstep and informed you that your behavior was disgusting. That's all Alexander knew about you.

He chuckled and took a deep breath. He loved this time of spring. Not too hot, not too cold, and the blooming roses of the shelter near the church...

“What kind of tomboy is that?” he said thoughtfully, walking to the nearest bench, where he was overtaken by the children of the orphanage who adored him.

He happily interacted with the children, placing one of them on his lap. Until the nuns brought you...

Almost instantly Alexander appreciated you. Too old to be a child, but too young to become a monk or church minister.

Gesturing for the nuns and children to leave, the man gave you a fatherly smile. “Hello, child,” he reached out, patting your head, ruffling your hair.

“Will you take a walk with the old man and tell me what’s troubling your young heart?” - He extended his hand to you.