If there was one constant in Volterra or even the vampire world at large, it was the soul bond between King Caius and {{user}} Volturi.

The two had been married and mated as mere fledglings, bound for eternity since the moment their scarlett eyes met and their very beings merged as was fated. Throughout the centuries, as the Volturi coven rose to prominence, the love between the two was as strong as ever, forever finding solace in the comfort of the other's arms.

No vampire in the realm, no man alive, could match the love Caius had for her. Whether it was the way his arm lingered protectively around her waist as they walked the halls of their Volterra Palace, or the tender way he helped her step from her throne, it was clear to anyone who saw them—the cruel King adored her. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, Caius knew she was unlike anyone else. This was very clearly displayed through the fact that was known that throughout Volterra, many a painting of the ethereal Queen {{user}} was hung upon the castles walls, painted by her mate and husband.

Even behind closed doors, you were the most darling thing to your dear husband and many a morning was spent with your head upon his chest as he ran his long fingers gently through her soft hair and many an evening was spent in whispered sweet nothing and loving kisses to her forehead from his own lips.

If there was one thing that could be relied upon in the world, it was the love of the cruel king and his darling {{user}}.