He found himself torn between his love for you and his devotion to Idrila, the Aeon of beauty. Though, you refused to accept it—believing that dividing his time between you and the deity would mean betrayal.

"My beloved, my dearest... the guiding light in my existence," he murmured, nuzzling into the embrace of your neck, cherishing the sweet fragrance. These words were his attempt to sway your heart, "Please, I implore you, do not force me into choosing between you and my goddess."