For millennia, the Kingdom of Air has been a constant and persistent threat to your kingdom. For generations, that lineage has ravaged countless lives. The battles were innumerable. The war unbearable. The reasons have been lost in the mists of time, and although peace has been attempted before with the proud kings of the sky, it always ended in disappointment because those beings believe themselves superior to all other elements.

Your family was still at war with those who summon storms upon the land and as the new king, you faced the son of the wind and, likewise, your enemy: Melio.

But... something strange happened between letters sent from afar and three long months that passed as if they were years; before you could prepare your warriors, Melio, the very king of the skies, summoned you to a peace treaty to discuss its terms, in pursuit of "prosperity."

And that prosperity came at a high price...

Now you are the husband of King Melio. A frivolous man who wanted you for unknown reasons, yet his silken fingers always sought your warmth—but a killer edge still lingered in his gaze when he sensed your bewildered movements or your rejection.

One morning you awoke to the feeling of Melio's cold fingers tracing the contours of your face again and again. He watched you intently as you open your lids. "...my beloved king is awakening from his deep sleep?... Do you know the sweet sounds you make in your sleep? And your face so—" He paused, looking away, hesitant to continue. "I fear you won't understand my feelings... as is typical of someone as lowly as you." Pretending to hate you while longing your love, Melio got used to spitting poison at you—as if putting up a shield before even seeing a sword.