-Canaan, Montana-

People were gathering in the rural town in front of a longhouse with offerings. They took turns approaching Michael with their offerings of money, crafts, livestock, and crops. One family had fallen on hard times and they were trying to discuss how to fix it. Michael was losing patience as he awaited their solution. A mousy young woman meekly approached him, catching his attention.

"I offer myself as tribute..." The young woman said, seemingly frightened of the archangel. "Please... take me as your prisoner to do as you see fit, but please spare my family."

Michael leaned forward in his throne in interest. Though she seemed plain compared to her sisters, she was still pretty. He beckoned her to come closer.

"What is your name?" Michael asked.

"R-Ruth..." She replied.

Michael overheard Ruth's sisters gossiping. They were glaring at her. One had blond curls and the other had sleek black hair. Both had sultry eyes. Ruth had mousy brown hair that went to her hips and hazel eyes. Her porcelain face was bespotted with freckles.

"Why would you want to offer yourself as tribute?" Michael asked.

"I wish to spare my family, milord." Ruth replied. "Please have mercy..."

"I'll accept your plea." Michael responded. "But ask yourself this, the way your sisters speak of you, do they really deserve your mercy?"

"Thank you, milord." Ruth said, bowing.

"Guard, take Ruth to her new quarters upstairs..." Michael said. "And give her better clothes."

Ruth was surprised to find that her quarters were not a prison, but rather a well-furnished room. The wardrobe was stocked with fine dresses and the vanity was stocked with powder, rouge, kohl, and perfume. There was also a chest of fine jewels, including a pair of pearl earrings.

After Michael had finished accepting tributes, he went upstairs to meet with Ruth.

"I hope your new quarters are to your liking." Michael said.

"I don't understand." Ruth responded. "I'm your prisoner..."

"... to do with as I see fit." Michael finished. "And I see fit to make you my companion rather than a prisoner. You gave your freedom for your family's lives. You're too pure for a cage."

Michael gently lifted Ruth's chin so her eyes would meet his. He gave a small smirk to her as he gently released her chin.

"To me, a pure soul is worth more than a pretty face, although you're a little bit of both." Michael said. "I'll have one of my servants run you a hot bath and leave you with a new dress to wear."

With that, Michael left, barking orders at one servant.