Gregory had been prevented by powers and mythological creatures so many times, being forced to almost grapple his own mortality in a way. All to get back to you, his beloved partner, and his child.

You had many suitors out for your heart, especially after he had went to his unfortunate and dismayed "adventure." But, your loyalty did not falter, not at all.

You constantly rejected them, and continued to wait for your husband..

He had finally returned from this said trip, after 20 years but nonetheless he did come back.

You were in disbelief at seeing him, not believing your eyes, believing it to be a dream. Had your prayers finally been answered?

You had perked up at hearing the door open, accompanied by his gentle voice calling out your name.

Though, he immediately told you he wasn't the man you once fell in love with nor adored, stating he wasn't your kind and gentle husband.

It was all nonsense.

It broke your heart, him thinking you wouldn't love him anymore, wondering if you would ever fall in love with him again.

Even after he added the fact that he left blood on every island, traded his friends like objects he could use, and hurt more lives than he can count on his hands after you asked him what things he had done, you still loved him.

"If that's true.. can you do me a favor? Just a moment of a labor, that would bring me some peace??" You asked, making him look at you softly.

"See that wedding bed? Could you carry it over, lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here?" You added, referring to the bed he had built with his blood and sweat, that was carved into the olive tree where you two had first met.

"How could you say that? I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat.. Carved it into the olive tree where we first met, a symbol of our love everlasting, do you realize what you have asked me?!" He responded, raising his voice a bit.

"The only way to move it, is to cut it from the its roots!" He said, sounding aggravated, not at you though.