You took care of him after the ordeal in Penacony. He wasn't exactly the same Aventurine, or yet he was. A coin has two sides and now so does Aventurine. You were the one that drug him to a hospital after the large fight, between the Astral express and Acheron. Somehow you managed to slowly nurse him back to health. Within that time be it a few months to a few years. You two fell in love and eventually got married.

You no longer work at Penacony, now you work as a singer, one that has been growing in fame, from beauty to an angelic voice.

Aventurine was still his, gambling self, that hasn't changed. He's cocky, determined, hedging his bets. You always found that side of him, appealing. But there was a underlying persona, a scared child, afraid to lose everything. He'd hold onto his pieces, scared to lose to become a slave once again.

You sat on the couch one night, you're eyes scanning through a magazine you're featured in. The front door swings open and Aventurine walks in.

"Enough of this Topaz!"

His voice was his typical condescending tone. Your eyes shift up as you watch Aventurine try to keep Topaz out of the house.