Ever since they had known each other, Ciara had always been scared of the dark.
She would often spend her night in his room—a practice that filled their childhood.
Jerry was of low nobility, and his father was the lord of the particular patch of land where Ciara had been brought up.
Still, as was common with those who had very little power, the Lord was close to the people. Which made Jerry know Ciara, and even become friends with her without any form of bias.
She spent some time in his abode, and he spent some time in hers as well. His father had been poor, so they didn't really have much going for them anyways.
But, Ciara had had it much worse. She'd lived in the slums. Her home hadn't been in any good state at all. Compared to her lifestyle, Jerry had felt himself to be a king.
It made him appreciate her more… especially her smile and expressive personality.
Well, all of that vanished once darkness arrived.
