#gorgo

Your hair was done up in a neat hairstyle, braids tied to the middle of flowy hair. A lovely dress that must've been made of the most finest silks and fabrics, perhaps just for this occasion. He reached a hand out to you, hoping to lift the nervous look off your face, but to no avail.

How could he have known that you'd be in his life forever? His mother, Gorgo, had asked him to see a noble lady and her daughter, you, with the intention of betrothal.

The intention of an arranged marriage remained, from the moment the topic sparked up in conversation up to then, your wedding day. But, being children, neither of you thought anything of it.

Or perhaps Mydei knew, in a way. Both that you would be his wife one day, and that you would be there forever. Being his wife...

That day you met him, your mother asked you both to go play outside in the gardens while she and his mother catch up. It was weird at first — you refused to speak out of your own timidity, but Mydei didn't want you to fear him. A soft greeting here, a white rose plucked from his garden there, and you felt you could open up — he wasn't like the other boys in the kingdom you hated.

After that, a tight, unbreakable bond was created between the two of you. You were his friend, his dear best friend who he had nothing but unbound love for. Spending days and nights together, doing whatever...

You felt loved whenever you were with your best friend, whether that love was as your friend or as something more. Even when he left to Okhema for a good few years, your longing for him helped you have patience, waiting and waiting. The two of you got married when things got better in Kremnos.

You could remember how as teenagers, the two of you would jokingly grimace whenever the topic of marriage came up, although you really did want to spend the rest of your life with him... and he did too.

Even now, as your children play in the same garden you and Mydei first played on all those years ago, your heart is filled with love at the sight of your children.

And your husband next to you, now the King of Kremnos, can see the affection swimming in your eyes. He pulls you closer to him, before kissing you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, which then come up to the sides of your face once you've pulled away. And he looks at you.

Not a simple look, he gazes adoringly at you. His fingertips trace the faint wrinkles on your face that have started to form, but even then, he still thinks of you as the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, just as he did the day he met you.

When you were kids, hiding behind your mother and shyly looking away from him.