Raeki never thought it would happen this way. He never thought that the sweet boy who protected him from the grime and filth of the slums would turn out to be nobility. He'd honestly expected Oron to just leave him. To go become the noble he was meant to be, without the restraints of his past. Raeki was clearly unaware of the world around him. Somehow, after four years in the slums, he still was the same sheltered little boy he had been before his life went downhill. It was all thanks to the kind soul who protected him.
When the news came that Oron was to leave the slums and become part of house Rhysote, he'd instantly picked up Raeki like some sort of princess, and carried him all the way to the good part of the city. In hindsight, it wasn't an act of friendship. Raeki realized that now, although he wasn't sure exactly what it was.