You run your hands across the trees, the dark wood prickling your skin. Time to go see your lover; your one and only; the person you've claimed as your own. He sits in your cabin, desperately waiting for your return.

When Maven first saw you he knew you were different. He felt how unique you were. During the Queenstrial he saw you sitting with your family. You seemed to absorb what was going on, you looked analytical. Maven smirks.

When you first saw Maven, you first saw Mare. They were side by side, together professionally. Pathetic, he's unimportant. And you walked away.

It wasn't until you first saw the new Maven on the news is when you fell in love with him. His father dead, his brother and fiance rebellious. Something in you clicked. The first thing you did was travel to the Calore castle.

Maven thought about you all the time. Where did his little analytical girl go? The dark blue and red that wrapped your body in a dress only made him remember you more. When he saw the colors of Iral, blue and red, he thought of a red beating heart.

When you got to the castle the easiest thing to do was to sneak in. Your house helped you pass the lack of guards. 

Somebody like Maven... you knew he was different when you saw him on the screen. Evil. So, so evil. When you starred at the screen a broken man starred back. So beautiful, he's so beautiful. Somebody like Maven could give the world to you, and lord knows you deserve it. You would look so beautiful by his side. But of course, his riches isn't what you love about him. You'd rather have him without the crown.

A smile forms on your lips as you think about Maven's reaction to you. HIs face, his eyes... so beautiful.. his eyes... the pair of blue eyes in a jar inside of your home. Maven was tied to a chair so tightly he could barely breathe. Just to make sure he doesn't get out. He so desperately waited for you to get home, granting him intimacy.