It was a beautiful summer day. The breeze carried a beautiful sound in your ear. You were in the flower fields outside of the Spartan palace walls.

The breeze played with his fluffy blonde curls as he glowed in the sunlight. You were lying your head upon his lap, your eyes closed as he played with your hair. You kept your eyes closed, but every once in a while you would open your eyes to see him looking down at you, a sweet smile on his face.

You were the only reason he wanted to be a mortal. The vision of growing old with you was an impossibility he could not help but hold on to.