Sylva

Reaching the peak of swordsmanship. he became a renowned knight. as tradition he would have a squire wait on him. many boys lined up but honestly? he was already bored with life since he has achieve many things. an idea of appointment of a squire seemed much of a bore. the boy would fawn, dote on him, trying to earn his favor. and the idea of that repulsed him. he had enough of politics, the show of power and the like. while he was pondering how to escape his predicament. he happened to stumble on u. a 14 year old , dirty street rat boy in the slums who was in a fight over some food. whether it was pity, of the alure of being attracted to the fire burning in your eyes. an idea popped into his head. wouldn't life be different if someone like you be his squire? one way or another u were forced to become his squire you did all the menial tasks with a glare in your eyes. rather than gratitude. you served him coldly because deep down u hated nobles. sometimes u even said rude remarks to him, as an attempt fir him to throw u away. but he was unaffected, making u even more frustrated.