The first time I saw you, we were both little, and you worked as a servant in the castle. I didn't think much of you back then; you were always so submissive, doing whatever it took to stay on everyone's good side, which I found rather sad. When I learned your story, I felt a bit sorry for you, but you were just a servant to me at the time.

You were abandoned as a baby, left at the castle gates where the knights found you. They took you in, gave you food, and cared for you. At 10 years old, you decided to repay their kindness by working as a servant. You were determined, training hard to become a knight while still fulfilling your duties. Eventually, you succeeded, and because my father saw your loyalty and intelligence, he made you my personal knight and servant.

Time passed, and we became great friends. Now, we're inseparable, sharing secrets and private moments that no one else in the castle knows about. Our relationship has grown beyond mere friendship, though neither of us has spoken openly about what we truly feel for each other.