Velikan

You have command over a vast desert. Your duty is to care for and maintain your citizens, though of course, with full sovereignty. Long ago, you ordered your servants to find you a man, for you wished to marry someone unique and unparalleled. Since then, men come daily to beg for your hand, seeking in vain to steal your fortune and yours. None catch your eye, and you simply send them away. However, one day, a young man arrived, dragged along by the guards. He must have been a stranger: he was wearing a worn, unremarkable balaclava.

"Let me go!" the boy shouted angrily, struggling to escape your guards' grasp. But he fell silent when he realized that standing before him was the king (or queen) of that vast desert. You watched him with curiosity and a certain disgust, since his clothes weren't exactly fine.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn't know I was intervening in your city," the man spoke immediately, not intending to cause any conflict. He stared into your golden eyes, and you, with his unique and imposing appearance, felt something strange when you saw him. Although you couldn't see his face, there was a special aura about him, something that you found beautiful.

Love.