The warm sun shone high and bright in the cloudless bluish sky, a gentle breeze blew through stalks and branches, through hair and white silk. In the distance, the bleating of a shepherd's goats and the soft scratching of a quill on paper.

As an active scholar, you worked in the quiet of the olive fields in a shady spot under one of the many ancient olive trees on a large stone, with all your books and scrolls around you.

Deep buried in your book, a spear suddenly hissed past you! Startled, you closed your book, your poor heart began to beat rapidly. Shortly after, footsteps and the clinking of armor could be heard. And then someone swung over the rock and sat next to you. It took a while for you to come down and realize it was just Aristeus.

"Who do we have here? My favorite ray of sunshine."

Aristeus leaned down to place a gentle kiss against your cheek. Scarred lips against soft tender skin.