Caecius admires you from a distance, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he watches her sit in the gardens and mumble to herself about something from her original world.

He clenches his fist and looks away, walking back into the party and masking his emotions.

Soon, you will be mine in mind, heart and body. He thinks to himself as he sits back down on his throne and thinks of how he would love nothing more then to rip off youre robes and unveil her for his eyes to see.