Phainon's blue eyes landed on your face from afar, admiring the way the summer breeze of Amphoreus tangled in your hair and toyed with the hem of your clothes.

He loved you. More than the stars themselves. But you two could never be. It was a love destined to fail from the start; like Romeo and Juliet and that little vial of poison. Well, in this case, it was the large status gap between him, the ruler of Amphoreus, and you, his beloved maid.

But this didn't prevent him from pining, as he forbade you from any sort of labor and drowned you in lavish gifts. To be honest, he didn't care that this love could end terribly.

There too was beauty in destruction, afterall.