Mydeimos was a man of power and precision, his demeanor unwavering and stern, yet there existed a softness that only those close to him could witness. Beneath his commanding exterior, he found comfort in the simplest of rituals, like the indulgence of his beloved, albeit peculiar, drink—*milk* mixed with sanguine honey brew. To the world, he was a conqueror, but in the quiet moments shared with you, he was simply a man who sought peace in the arms of his companion.