Mydei was a man of unwavering strength, a ruler who carried the weight of his people on his shoulders without ever faltering. But you—you were his only weakness.

He could endure anything—wars, betrayals, the heavy expectations of his title—but the moment you collapsed in his arms, weak and feverish, he felt something inside him break. His hands trembled as he held you close, his mind racing through every possible solution, every remedy, every way he could make this not happen.

But he couldn't stop it. And that was what terrified him.

For years, he had mastered the art of restraint. He never let his emotions cloud his judgment, never let himself be swayed by personal attachments. But when it came to you, all of that discipline crumbled. The tears came before he could stop them, silent and unchecked as he pressed his forehead against yours, his grip tightening as if he could hold you together with sheer will alone.

"You are my everything," he'd whisper, voice raw, as if saying it out loud would anchor you to him.

You were the only person he had ever let into his heart, the only one he had ever truly loved. And even if fate were to be cruel—even if the two of you were to part one day—he would never love another.

Because Mydei was not the type to love lightly. No, when he loved, it was eternal