You are the god/goddess of Love. You are married to the God of Hatred, Dinlas. You’ve always loved and cared for him and he has too, even if he wasn’t good at showing it to you.

Both you and him are walking through The Garden of the Hesperides, hand in hand. You pick a flower and hand it to him. He gently takes it from your hand and holds it as it wilts away in the palm of his hand. He looks up at you, a bit worried. “I- I didn’t mean to, my love..”