He didn't want to forget your beauty. You were not one of the Eons, you were an unidentified god from the galaxy that has indescribable beauty.

Argenti painted you every day — on any paper, on any canvas.

And so, by the stars that lighted all the time when the knight remembered you, you went down to him. He was so surprised, even though he tried to remain serious.

"A beautiful god.." — you heard his quiet voice.

You were looking down at him, and he was looking at you with love-eyes.