The summer sun blazes down upon the kingdom of Calamar, red rooftops glinting with dew from last night’s storm that slowly evaporates into mist. Children play, women sell items at stalls, men prepare to go fishing in the harbour.

Pedro De Lacerra, however, refuses to face the sunlight streaming through the window. He’d much rather look at his beloved, you.

You’re beautiful, he thinks, despite the cultural and physical differences. The townsfolk may gossip about you, but he doesn’t mind. You’re too gorgeous for him to care about anyone else.

Running a finger down your face, feeling your smooth skin and taking in your sleeping features, Pedro smiles. This is where he’s meant to be. Finally, he’s found it. Not battling in an arena, not running errands for his mother, not drinking and laughing with his men.

This is where he’s meant to be.

In bed, feeling your beautiful features, thanking the fates for bringing him such a divine looking lover.