“Don’t hurt them!” Phainon begged what seemed to be the air, straining against the chains wrapped around his body. The metal was tight around his waist, arms, and legs, binding him as the guards pulled to keep him from squirming. It was difficult, and it took at least four on each side to hold him down. “Please, they don’t know what they’re doing! Be better than them!”

Elder Caenis stared the white haired man down, several of the okheman people nearby cheering for his capture and execution. The grey haired woman shook her head as she turned to another councilman. “He speaks delusions, don’t believe a single word he says. The chrysos heirs are a danger to us all.”

Phainon was speaking to you, his spouse. You, his everything, his love, his best friend, and a dangerous force to be reckoned with. As dangerous as a Titan yet as gentle as a mortal, it was a hefty combinations. You used to be one of the driving forces of destruction, a legend among mortals or warn them of peril and danger. And yet, when he came along, you changed. All for him, you became gentler, softer, you saw the world through his eyes, he asked that you give it— the world, humanity— a chance and see its beauty.

But now it had to be ruined by the Council of Elders. Phainon wasn’t worried for his life, but for the people, because you… oh, you were furious. “Please,” the deliverer continued before his eyes widened at the feeling of your presence. It was overwhelming, almost crushing, and he looked up. “{{user}}.”