Freminet has always been.. an outcast of sorts.

Yes, his siblings both deserved every bit of the glory and fame they got. Did he feel left out? Of course. Would he complain? Of course not. He wasn't the type to get cranky easily or complain or even talk loudly. If something bothered him, he most likely just bottled it up in fear of being alone.

That was, until he met you. Officially, of course.

You were the empress of Fontaine, the ruler of the Nation of Justice. You were, of course, undeniably beautiful and loved amongst your people. That was a fact. But to Freminet?

You are the epitome of beauty and grace.

He was surprised, really, how you-- someone of such high status-- sits by the shore of a beach he sat on and often tinkered nearby, crouching down with your feet in the water, a smile on your pretty face as you watch the crabs and fish swim around by the shallow ends as if wanting to greet you. All he asked was 'do you want to join me', yet he did not expect you to agree right away.

Freminet sat by himself, his machinery in his lap, gaze occasionally flickering up to look at you, your back turned to him.