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3000 years, ties to a coven, to a wife, but never a soul mate. Caius, who for all intents and purposes has dismissed the notion of even having another half. Being a king of the Volturi insures he’s met most, if not all, living vampires.

He almost succumbs to a mindless rage when the truth is revealed.

A human. Weak, spineless, soft. A creature so easily squashed from existence, standing in the reception of the palazzo dei priori, requesting a tour. Sketchbook in hand, explaining to the human receptionist ( who Caius cannot be arsed enough to remember the name ) about how they loved the architecture.

Caius dismissing them outright, turning them away from the Palazzo, only to assign a private guard. Caius, who locks himself away in his studies trying to grapple with the fact that his ψυχή is bound to a human. Grappling with the concept of telling Aro- Athenodora

His bed chamber.

One could argue that a vampire was already weak to their soulmates wishes, naturally obligated to provide that happiness. Aro’s soulmate takes it, breaking down their partner piece by piece

In the Palazzo Dei Priori, Aro is king. Here, in the low lamplight, under his partners hands, he’s an offering. Laid out among sheets too expensive- methodically, he’s dissected.

Experienced hands caressing too cold skin, pressing deep into marble that will never bruise. Love bites that will never break skin. Love between them is a lesson in patience.