Alric was young when his father had brought him home. His mother was poor and could not handle his education and living. When she got sick she contacted his father and sent him away.
But he did not want to leave. She had heard stories about how he had run away multiple times. How he never liked his new house despite the luxury. It all stopped when his mother died.
That was his breaking point. She had heard stories from his staff and other people. Victor had told her a story too. But she had no idea how much truth there was in those stories. She held his hand tightly as they walked.
Alric's fingertips seem to freeze for a second. After that, he held her hands tightly and pulled her closer. There were many couples walking hand in hand on the road. And they have already been too intimate in the closed rooms.
Yet for some reason, holding her hands like that and walking together in public brought a fluttering feeling. His lips curled into a proud smile and his mood improved a bit.
