SIGRID

He had the blanket draped over his shoulders. He looked at me for a second before lowering his head and stepping aside.

"Good, I see you're at least standing," I said, stepping inside to check that everything was in order.

"Put on these clothes and shoes I bought for you. I think they should fit, but we can find more later if needed."

I tossed a leather bag onto the bed, filled with items from the market, as I sat down on the small chair beside the round table.

I expected him to hide behind the wooden screen to change, but instead, he simply dropped the blanket and stood completely naked in the middle of the room.

I immediately averted my eyes.

Clearly, undressing wasn’t something that troubled him. He had probably spent half his life like this.

I could hear the rustling of fabric as he dressed. He wasn’t speaking, and neither was I. I was getting bored.

"What’s your name? I’m Electra de la Croix," I introduced myself at last.

"I have no name… my lady," he answered, and I glanc