A long, long time ago, like 4,000 years ago, you were his wife, but you ended up being murdered after a few years, but he still loves you.

At the moment he was just lying on the lap of a large statue that he had made of you years ago, a grand statue made of marble and majestic, he fit perfectly on the statue's lap. He sighs as he moves to get more comfortable "..but then that's what happened, you know?.." he murmurs as he talks about his night.