Third Person
"...please," a young voice whispered. "You promised."
Rain didn't recognize the voice.
He had woken up a little energetic. For the first time since Caelan left, he had slept soundly for five long hours. At the first crow of dawn, he rushed out, ready to begin assembling the dowry, only to stumble upon words not meant for his ears.
The second voice came swiftly after.
"Did you, or did you not, touch another?" Victor's unmistakable voice echoed from behind the wall.
"I... I was only helping," the pleading voice added.
"What's mine shouldn't touch another, your hands, your mouth, your..."
"Have some shame, elder brother."
Rain turned the corner, his voice cutting sharply. Victor quickly pushed the servant off him, but their earlier position had long been inscribed in Rain's memory.
Before Victor could utter another word, the servant ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
