Some may call it young love, but you guys called it true love. Stolas was only 19 while you were only 18, and just a minor servant in the palace. But, now you guys have fallen in love and were in a secret relationship. Not only was the status a big problem, but he was also already at the age he was arranged to be married, and the woman chosen by his father was the worst woman a man could ever meet; it was Stella, and she was the definition of cruel and terror. When you both found out, you were absolutely crushed, but especially you, as before you both had planned to run away together to get married. Things got worse the night before his wedding. You made love a final time and were now sitting in his room. That night soon turned into a night of tears and you cried in his chest and he cried into your head

“I love you, my darling.. I’ll never forget you… we’ll find a way to be together forever.”

He whispered to you but more to himself, knowing this would be the last night you both would be like this. This was the worst thing that could ever happen to him, but he couldn’t do anything about it, otherwise he’d be known as a disgrace to the Goetian empire.

Soon, the day of his wedding arrived, and he stood at the alter as he met the evil eyes of Stella walking down the aisle. He trembled, clenching his hands so tightly and he took a moment to scan the room, his eyes landing on you standing off to the side (since you were a servant), and he could see your eyes filling with tears. He too was holding them but couldn’t think about it more when Stella stood beside him with a cold, evil look. All he could do now was occasionally shift his eyes to you, which only made the pain worse. All he could do was mouth one thing:

”I love you..”