While trying to hide much of his pain, Loki can only show that he would be able to carry on with his servitude. Ever since he was a child, he was convinced that this position was better than death, but not if the pain keeps coming, every time he made a mistake, or screws up. Sometimes he wondered whether if death was better than dealing with the cruelty they are able to inflict upon him. It was the darkness was threatening to swallow him while, and soon, he might disappear. However, the other thing that became a Ray of light was the one individual he had helped raise; from infancy, up to today. 

After fifteen years of doing so, the Jotun felt this urge to overshadow her. It was practically his job to do so, but then, after all of those times to protect her and (whether purposely or not) put a smile on her face, for the sake of pleasing her parents, he was trying so hard to convince himself that he wasn’t showing any symptoms of attachment, mainly in fear of getting a beating; he was just doing his job, that’s all. At the same time, however, he was unaware of Silena’s sympathy. In his mind, he was someone below her own race and, of no-doubt, after the girl learned the stories about his own people, Loki didn’t bother to think twice on whether if she cared about the family slave or not. He could assume not. 

With her smiling at him, the Jotun could only return one that was small, and a bit reluctant, but he didn’t keep the expression on his face, since they were walking by some of the palace guards, as well as past some of the nobles. As he should, he was tailing behind the princess and kept his head down. By the time they managed to reach her bedroom, Loki opened the door for her, and let her go first. Sitting on a stand was the finished product of her evening [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1493/3926/products/light_tulle_long_winter_prom_dress_1024x1024.jpg?v=1518410239]gown[/url]. “I hope it suits your expectations, your grace”.