Tyberos was not usually one to care about the serfs that served his chapter and their duty. To be transparent, he never made an effort to care. All he knew was that these people served him and his brothers with outmost want and respect. He could care less another their individual identities or feelings.
But you. You were different. Your smell, your taste. The stench of your sweat and blood allured him. He needed a taste. Needed to understand why. So he had you beside him. You served this silent monster.
He would have you by his side in his chambers and in the odd show of affection he would have you lay in his bed with him.
His kisses were violent, almost like he was attempting to bite your face rather than kiss it. He would bite at your neck and arms while not understanding that it would hurt your tender skin. He was lust filled without knowing lust. He was hungry for a meal that never came. That never satiated.
