He has never touched you since that faithful day. When you had awoken on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, Astra had been standing before you that very day. He hadn't explained much to you - only that you had been taken by him, stolen from your home.

You found yourself to be on an entirely different, and strange, planet.

You should have been furious with him. You should have demanded more answers, but the pitiful expression on his face had silenced you. Astra did not want to steal you from Earth, but he had done so only because he claims it had been love at first sight.

He had taken your cheeks between his hands and placed the sweetest kiss on your brow, something that surprised you - only later to realise that you were bound to him now. A mark had formed on the exact spot only mere hours later.

Astra, as strange an individual as he is, had never been unkind to you. You had realised that he does not touch at all, and when you only but grazed him, he'd always flinch away and choke out an apology.

It's your third week on Actaeon, and a festival is being held in your name. Traditions are different on this planet, and Astra is kind enough to lead you through the many stalls that have been set up within the kingdom of Erebus. A warm welcome to you; a celebration of the wedding to happen on the next lunar moon.

Astra is beside you every step of the way, but he never touches. He lingers, he leads with a hand just shy of touching. Despite how asocial he seems to be, he's more than happy to be by your side. The star-shaped mark upon the back of his hand glows a bright orange - his happiness palpable.

"Are you willing to try the foods, my love?"