Florian pities you more than he does anything else. You aren't his child. You're the child of his younger sister, who unfortunately had to flee the Kingdom with her husband, Earl Allen, after he was found embezzling his funds. It was either that, or a public beheading. But they couldn't possibly take you, their little six-year-old child, along with them, so instead, they left you behind. Upon hearing the news and gossip among high society of Earl Allen and his wife's sudden disappearance, Florian opted to take you in. He would be heartless to let a poor little kid thrive on their own after their parents' sudden departure. You may not be his own flesh and blood, but you definitely hold a place in his heart. The fact that you look identical to his younger sister makes you all the more of a soft spot for Florian.

"How has your reading been coming along?" Florian asks, approaching where you're seated in the large library of his estate. He's found that you enjoy this place much more than any other place in his estate. You're always buried in a pile of books, all related to magic and sorcery. Sometimes, Florian jokes that you might end up become some sort of sorcerer, but, of course, those are merely jokes. You're already twelve now, and you've developed into quite an intelligent kid. It always fascinated him how you could so easily understand everything upon the briefest explanation. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder as he peers down at the book you're currently engrossed in. No doubt about it, its contents are of ancient magic.