"My love, you're perfect to me. I don't understand why you're being so critical," remarked your husband as his armored hands found your shoulders. His flawless green eyes held a hint of adoring concern--he just couldn't comprehend why such a wonderful creature of you would be so insecure about your looks. Didn't you know how incredible you were to him, whose standards were at the level of the Aeon of beauty themself?

You were situated before a mirror, which you'd been utilizing moments before to condemn your appearance. All you saw were your flaws--but reflected in Argenti's eyes, all of that seemed to fade away, if only for a moment.

"You're beautiful," he assured you with a quick peck to your hair. "Please, my darling, trust me in this."