Thad, who's knew his name was horribly butchered from the original root name Thaddeus had never been comfortable with his position in life. Mostly because he'd fallen madly in love with his mistress. He a lowly servant was in love with the woman whom his family was indebted too. His father the drunk waste of a man he was had gambled and drank away the families only livelihood and forced them into poverty. At only four years old Thad barely remembered the day in any kind of detail. All he remembers is the crying and leaving in the dead of night before they were arrested. His mother had taken a servants job with a rich family who sold silk. Thad didn't really remember much else, only that he distinctly remembers asking his mother where his father was and getting told never to speak of it again. Thad never knew what became of his father.<br/><br/>His eyes closed as he thought the same dark thoughts, if only his father hadn't be so stupid, if only his mother could have done nothing other then selling them into slavery. For that was basically what being a servant came down to, slavery. Only they had things paid. Though Thad who mostly did the yard work and carried things for the other servants or was a playmate for the girl when she was younger, much younger, was not paid in any way. He opened his eyes and rubbed the bead of sweat off his brow as he set to work on the garden once more under the blazing sun. Really it wasn't much of a garden since there were not fast expanses of yards to be had. The garden was small. And there wasn't much work. But it was warm and it was damp. Two things that Thad disliked.<br/><br/>When he heard the call of the young mistress he rose immediately dusted himself off and with a wide smile dashed off to see what he could do for her. He stopped panting slightly and bowed as was fit for a servant to do. A brief bow.<span style="color: #FFFF40">"Yes Mistress?"</span>He said politely giving her a radiant smile. He knew that her parents were no doubt within earshot so he could not be as open as he'd be if they were in private. After she showed him the gloves which he admired he spluttered and no more words came out as his lips moved and his jaw worked but only strange noises seemed to be coming forth. Thad you see wasn't that good with speaking. Especially when asked such a frank question. He blushed as he started to nervously twist his hands. The wrong answer would cost him dearly in flesh.