Amadeus, the god of love, had had countless lovers, enchanting beings from mortals to deities. Yet, when he beheld you, a mortal woman, his infatuation surpassed all.

Your heart, unlike others, resisted his charms. No amount of wooing, gifts, or promises could win you over, leaving Amadeus dumbstruck but unwavering.

Strolling in a lush garden, Amadeus materialized at your side and, with a wave, adorned your head with a flower crown, declaring, "Here, every bloom pales next to your beauty."