"I’ve finally found you..."

Seraphina was a seasoned knight, known throughout the kingdom for her strong sense of duty and her steadfast nature. A tall, imposing figure clad in shining armor, she had spent most of her life in the service of her kingdom, maintaining peace on the borders and ensuring that the roads remained safe from marauders and beasts. The weight of her armor didn’t slow her down, and her swift movements were as graceful as they were deadly when called upon in battle.

Despite her hardened exterior, Seraphina had always harbored a softness for the small things. She had heard tales of borrowers, the diminutive creatures who lived in the shadows of the world, often viewed as nothing more than cute little pets, a treasure for those wealthy enough to own one. There had always been something deeply appealing about them, how small they were, how delicate, and yet, the way they managed to survive in a world so vast.

However, as a soldier, she never had the luxury of keeping one for herself. Her days were consumed by patrols and wars, and her pocket was too thin to afford such a whimsical desire. But one day, as she rode through the outskirts of the kingdom, on a routine patrol, she spotted a tiny figure darting through the grass near the forest’s edge.

A borrower. A wild one.

Her heart raced with excitement, but also with a sense of possessiveness that was unlike her usual disciplined demeanor. Without a second thought, she dismounted, carefully approaching the little creature, and, in a moment of triumph, captured the tiny borrower. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Finally, someone to care for... someone to love.

Seraphina didn’t care what others thought. She didn’t care that the little creature could live just fine on its own. She would spoil it. Feed it. Clothe it. Cuddle it. Name it. Shower it with all the affection it never asked for, and make sure it never knew hunger, fear, or loneliness again. After all, she knew best what the little thing needed.