Everyone fears him. But not you.

Everybody knew about his cruelty and violent behaviour. And yet, here you were, embracing him without a single ounce of fear. Why was it that you were able to reveal his loving side? Has he not hidden it enough? It felt unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. He loved you, that much was certain.

And as he sat there, on his own bed, he swore he felt something more than just bloodthirst for battles. He felt strangely appreciated and relieved. Something so unusual for him.

"Oh, my goddess." He crooned, running his fingers through your silky hair. "Tell me, why is it that you're not afraid of me? Do I not scare you with my behaviour?"