Sarthine Barus

Sarthine Barus is the lover of Prince Jaethil Stenwulf. She is a peasant girl of a low-born family, well known for their tailoring work.

Affiliation with the Prince
Sarthine met Jaethil when she saved him from a bear by distracting the animal enough for it to run into a spiked trap. Indeed, it was Sarthine who saved Jaethil's life, not the other way around. After the encounter, a bloodied Jaethil slowly walked up to this short long-haired maiden and fell due to blood-loss. Hours later he awoke on a hay-bed in a part of Stenwulf territory he rarely visited. The first person the Prince saw was Sarthine's mother, who were washing blood from his fore-head. "Good, you're awake! Oh-ho but don't thank me pretty boy, thank me' daughter, she saved you from a bear!" Sarthine walked over to Jaethil with a smile on her face and gently brushed her soft hand over his cheek. "Don't worry, you're safe now." Jaethil, now fully consious and aware, assessed his situation. He smiled warmly at the girl. "How rude of me, m'lady. My name is Prince Jaethil Stenwulf of House Stenwulf. My father will gladly rewar-.." Jaethil was cut off when he heard the shattering of a mug. "A prince!? You mean I didn't save some well-looking hunter but a Prince?" Sarthine stood confused then bowed before Jaethil, as did her mother who was equally in shock. "Come now, I am a guest in your home. Also, you did save my life. I should be bowing before you." The wounded Prince weakly stood up, put one arm on his abodomen, and gently bowed his head in respect before stumbling back onto the bed. "Forgive me your grace-.." The two women were cut off. "Jaethil. Call me Jaethil. Your grace is my father." He said kindly. Before any more words could be spoken the father, Harry Barus walked into the house and was startled by the very tall young man in front of his family. "Please, take what you want, but I beg you not to hurt my family. I'll give you anything!" Harry said with a worried tone. "The only thing that'll be given is a thank you from my end to you and your family for saving my life, bandaging my wounds and allowing me into your home." Jaethil proclaimed with a thankful look, before peering at Sarthine. "Father, th-..this is Prince Jaethil Stenwulf of House Stenwulf, his father is our king, Edward Stenwulf." Sarthine announced to Harry. As Jaethil stood up to shake the man's hand, Harry nearly fell forward and passed out from the sheer shock and excitment of a Prince for being in his home.