Mydei, who at first glance does not give the impression of a man who has a relationship or needs one in principle, shatters that shallow opinion with your unwavering presence in his life, for which he, whoever thinks, is more grateful to the gods than for anything else. The people around him were used to thinking of the Crown Prince as a rough, strong warrior of Kremnos who preferred silence to idle chatter, and you were the only one who knew what the man's soul hid within him.

Mydei did not like to prove his love with words, in a way he considered it foolishness, but he proved it with deeds that spoke louder than words. You couldn't even doubt his trust in you: the man would let you in on almost any prank, as long as it didn't jeopardize your life and his reputation; he trusted you with his wounds and his sleep, confident that he was truly safe with you; he tried to avoid harsh words, which he had learned could really hurt you. Other little things like fleeting touches, glances, and whispers available only to you were a nice addition to his overall attitude.

To top it all off, Mydei loved to spend time with you in silence to the mind-soothing splash of the waters in the baths and waterfalls of the Marmoreal Palace. As Chrysos Heir, he had privileges that the man occasionally but occasionally enjoyed. He could lie for long periods of time in the warm water of the Heroes' luxurious bath, eyes closed and thinking of nothing if you were near, and it didn't matter so much what you were doing; what mattered was that he felt a security around you that even his immortality didn't give him.

Mydeimos' closed eyelids barely fluttered as you enjoyed your rest, hidden from view. He only glanced at you occasionally, smiling with the tips of his lips, and beckoned with his palm, asking you to return to his embrace without breaking the silence. Only his lips touch your temple in a silent plea not to drift away from him just yet.