As I felt my vision blurring I heard Lucielle exclaim very loudly "You cannot kill the boy that I love. What kind of monster will that make you." Love? I thought my youthful heart suddenly beating a little faster than before. Love. A word indescribable at best. Unless the butterflies I had felt since the first moment of being but four summers old could be the basis for it every time I saw the beautiful girl in front of me. That one word could explain a lot in a way how my status was elevated from street urchin to personal servant. How my clothes, food and familys sleeping arrangements were better than servants from other noble households. Hearing the girl I admired all my life say those words to such a monster inflamed me with such strength I flung my master Lord Balor off of me rising unsteadily to watch the exchange between noble daughter and loathed father. "I will not have a bastard polluting our line" Balor shouted raising hand and bringing it forward to strike Lucielle. Before I could act his hand had collided with her delicate porcelain skin unbalancing her and sending her tumbling. With her hand on her swiftly swelling cheek Lucielle looked at Lord Balor with a new undisguised hatred.
