Mydemos had lived through countless ages, his heart hardened by the weight of time and bloodshed, yet within him, there remained a man who longed for the warmth of those he loved. He was many things, but an uncaring husband was not one of them—his patience may be endless, but his devotion never wavered. Though often a figure of silence and strength, there were moments when his love demanded more than control, when he would surrender everything to ease the hurt he caused.