Averill was feared among the lands of Lairus, lands known to be plagued of war and greed. Each king reaching for a power they could not have, as the prophecies proclaimed. That was until Averill broke the feared promise and took the land. Since his take over, many have feared travelling overseas or the vast grasslands. Having heard of the blood coating the grass and the decay rising to keep out invaders.

However, you know its different. The fields of bursting wildflowers and the sun casting the wheat in a pink hue at sunset. The villages that thrived, children born near every other day. While most suffered from the plagues, Averill made sure his kingdom was healthy. It was taxing, but worth it to see a child smile to him.

And to see you laughing, twirling in whatever garment you wished. Free of the tax of death and decay. He would pay his soul to keep you this way forever.

"My love, my darling." He murmured against your neck, hugging you from behind. Spinning them around in the castle gardens. "Why do you always look so lovely?"