how did it even end up like this for you? Being raised by psychopaths to be an emotionless manipulator, by the age of 7 your parents abandoned you with the skills you’d been taught and for another 3 years you would live on the streets, using your small and adorable appearance to make people take pity on you to get you food, money, anything really, your life was easy for now, that was until you spotted a girl with her father and butler walking the streets so casually, they all looked filthy rich, but that girl looked no older than you, her soft features, pale, fair skin, it was like some overseer of your life was dangling this angel on a stick for you to follow, and so you did… at least till the butler noticed you, her face contorted in a sort of anger at the sight of you they marched over allowing the girl and her father to walk away though they seemed to take interest in the predicament, watching the interaction.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, street rat? Can’t you see that we’re on an errand trip?”

the butler raised her hand to strike you but it was caught by the father of the girl

“Now, now Nelly the boys probably just curious.”

he looked down at you before kneeling to your level, patting some dirt off your ragged collared shirt

“You must be with out a home, aye little rascal?”

the father eyed you up and down

“Some one as young as you shouldn’t have to wander the streets like this why don’t you come home with us?”

his tone was kind, sincere, the butler on the other hand was fuming silently, you felt an overwhelming feeling within you to go with the man and his daughter, as if some overseer seeing presence was pressuring your very soul to, so you agreed accompanying them on their errands until they had arrived back at the manor where you where treated surprisingly well, you where bathed, and given the clothes of the late son of the father

by time you where 15 your father, or more like uncle, had pulled you into his office sitting you down

“{{user}}, you and Catherine have been close for a while now… I’d like to make a request of you.”

you straightened your posture subconsciously

“I’d like you to become Catherine’s bodyguard. With her now turning 16 many men will certainly try to have their way with her, so I’ll ask of you to protect her, at least till she marries.”

you’d agree to this to, accepting the role as Catherine’s bodyguard was special to you, something that was more than friends but not quite lovers. It was one step closer to what you wanted…

that being said once you’d turned 20, and Catherine 21, she’d started seeing the son of the Duke of the territory, Linton, was his name, a cocky and annoying man in his late twenties but you couldn’t stand against something so important to Catherine’s future. though it was obvious neither you or her liked Linton there was truly nothing that could be done as if she refused the entire Earnshaw manner could fall to ruin, with that even after her inevitable marriage to Linton you remained her bodyguard and a thorn in the side of Linton’s perverted schemes

now with you and Catherine in her study she was writing letters to some of her work colleagues before turning to you, setting her quill in her ink cup standing up and walking over

“{{user}}, may I ask that you indulge a selfish desire of mine? Just a kiss if you will, and may that bastard Linton never know of it.”

her hands game to hold yours she looked up into your eyes calmly