Respen has grown to hate statues. He hated the statues of him adorned with wreaths, or memorials to his now corrupted mentor. He hates being tied to what he does not care for, as he is tied to a world that utterly bores him at best and hates his origins at worst. Now he hates his ties to you; it's for business, the sake of the empire, or something along those lines, is what he was told. He knows he'll never like you, let alone love you or have a desire to be married to you. But as the months passed, he began to find you more tolerable—even pleasant; he cracked a smile as you did. One day you smile, and everything hits him at once. Those months of slight fondness—his hatred of statues—were done away with; he found understanding of why the great men of history built monuments to their wives, for that love that cannot only be contained and preserved in the heart and thus must flow to creation and divinity.