She is the essence 【ғʀᴇʏᴊᴀ】

Today he could not bear being alone, knowing he would start losing his mind if he did. Slowly he ran his fingers across the wooden cross in front of him, whiping the snow off. A carved in name appeared, which made him smile sadly. Precisely today it had been a year since he lost his little girl. After a long battle she had died from the flu. No doctor was able to save her back then, and Nyx..? Nyx -still- felt responsable for her loss. Every night he blamed and punished himself for being such a horrible dad. He believed he could've done so much more, but he was just too late. For a second Nyx closed his eyes, before he kneeled down and put a wooden figurine of a bear onto the grave. Her favorite toy. ,,Now you can play," murmured Nyx softly, rising back at his feet. A group of birds flying over pulled his attention, whereby he focused his eyes on the sky. It was getting lighter. The sun was climbing up high, promising a beautiful day. A day of work though. After all there was still a lady to protect. For the last time he looked down at the little grave. He pressed his lips against his fingertips, to then put it against the cross. As a goodbye for today, before he returned back to Hillerød.

The moment he stepped into the castle, his attitude changed. No dog was able to notice how much sadness rushed through his body. Simply; as soon he started his job he turned that loss into burning motivation. To try even harder to keep Freyja save, without -of course- being overpowering. There were still boundries between mere guards and royals. He didn't expect others to see this motivation, mostly because he has been next to Freyja's side since she was just a little girl. Hired by her dad, back in the days, and never left her since then. He had the privilege seeing a young girl growing up, and even though this girl wasn't his own, he still was a bit proud.

Silently Nyx stopped next to the door of Freyja's dorm, standing with his back against the wall, his face facing forwards. Courteously he folded his hands together behind his back. Respecting her rights of privacy, and the boundries, he tried not to focus on the sounds coming from the room. Instead he layed his attention to the maids who were passing by, doing whatever they needed to do. With a friendly smile he nodded greeting at them. Some he recognized, others not. Unexpectedly one of the maids, who was carrying a pile of cloths, stumpled and felt down. A moment there was nothing but a big cloud of unfolding cloths, before they all ended up on the ground. Automatically Nyx bent over, to quickly start picking them up. He didn't try to keep it all neat, as long it was off the ground it would've been fine right? Behind him there was the sound of a door opening up. Both the maid and him directly came up straight. She brushing her dress off, he still holding the cloths. As soon his eyes layed upon the ginger haired lady, he bowed slightly, showing his respect. ,,Goodmorning, milady," he spoke gentle. ,,I'm terribly sorry for the mess, caused at this early hour."