Being a planeswalker meant that there were many people in Urza's vast life. There were a handful of people he could consider friends, many people he could consider strangers, and every now and then there was the occasional suitor or two. It always struck him as odd that he even had suitors.
Aside from his wife, Urza had never even pretended to show any interest in anyone. Romance was impractical. The allure of metal would always shine far brighter than any kind of beauty or personality that one could present to him. He had always been an artificer, not any kind of hopeless romantic. That was Baron's job. He was supposed to love someone. Urza was supposed to love him machines.
But even buried under all of his coldness, all of his desire to shut himself off from the outside world and shut himself into his own world which was one of his making, there was one person that managed to sneak their way very carefully into his heart. And he would never forget him in all of the many years that he would ever be alive.
He had originally met this person back in his early days, before he had even become a planeswalker. It was incredibly ironic that he met the woman that he had ended up marrying and the person that would actually win his heart in the very same place. They were sitting there that day, with a slightly stiff posture and their spine seeming to be very straight. In most people, this look would be ugly, but on them Urza could find absolutely nothing more beautiful. They radiated an aura of knowledge. Urza couldn't tear his eyes away.
After all was said and done and he was married, Urza was luckily able to find them again. He knew exactly where they would be after that, so it was not hard. The second he found them, he gently put a hand on them and offered to escort them to a more private place. The two departed into his room and sat down on his bed.
Urza spent the entire day and the entire night with them. They didn't need to make love or even hold hands. All Urza needed was their words. Their words were like a sunrise in the morning or a sunset in the evening. They brightened his day and lit up something deep within him that no one else could inspire even if they tried their best. Urza could always close his eyes at night and smile knowing that they would be by his side when he woke up to offer him even more.
However, these happy times were never to last. Something good cannot exist for too long just as something bad cannot either. When Urza was forced to leave that house and flee to a tower, he lost sight of them. He desperately wanted to take them with him. If he could just spend the rest of his days in the tower with his love, then he could have died a happy man and the rest of the war would have never happened. But at the moment he needed them most, he seemed unable to find them.
He wouldn't find them again for years.
When he finally did find them again however, it was the best day he had had in a very long time. Someone had found them and hidden them when the world burned. Someone had saved them. He had something he could find and go back to. They had been locked in a chest of all places. A chest. The idea was silly. Those words could never reach the world from a chest.
Urza opened the chest and pulled the book out holding it tightly. He would never let go of the one thing he loved ever again.