A masochist

As Jolthar walked through the corridors of the estate, his steps were steady, his mind focused on seeking rest after the long journey. He moved with the calm confidence of someone who had long grown accustomed to scrutiny. He met Pascal and gave him the wild boar meat they hunted. Next he asked him to prepare milk. After talking to Pascal, Jolthar was on his way to his room.

The dim light of the hallway reflected off the polished stone walls, casting soft shadows that danced with his every step.

Then, suddenly, his pace slowed.

Ahead of him, standing in the middle of the corridor, was Elara.