In the 1310s, how could Ferdinand have forgotten the first time he saw your eyes gleaming in the light when he came to your rescue? Those beautiful crystalline pools, holding within them the look of admiration and devotion solely for him, and him alone.

Sweet {{user}}, how he adored every moment of her eyes looking at him with a familiar gleam that stoked the burning fire within his heart.

As he arrived at his station, flanked by a couple of his men, he silently motioned them to spread out, keeping any trouble at bay and enforcing the church's rules.