Raven willow, a noble daughter, her father a single man…good on money, at age 10 on one of her father lord willows drunk trips to town he found a street boy and took him in, Lorain vain , that wasn’t his birth name but raven named him that, he was 13 at the time with black hair, dark eyes, he was her pet. Her friend in a sense. They played and were always together, even when her father whipped him in a drunk haze. They played together, ran together, as years had gone he was no longer a skinny beat boy, he was a man, ragged hair, her father would call him son and such, but no matter what his blood was not nobel. He had been a street rat.