He treated her like a princess. Gave her all the love and protection she'd ever need. Spoiled her in riches. Taught her to dance. To play piano. To appreciate every note of a song. Helped her develop a small family where all she'd ever feel was love.

He grew up with her. Learned every little secret about her. They'd told jokes. Laughed. Smiled. Explored. Had a friendship that could never be broken, no matter how much they'd deny it in present days. It didn't matter if he'd though she was a 'he' or knew she was a 'she'; he just loved having 'it' around, and the same went for her.

He was strict, cold sometimes, and occasionally unforgiving. He got into quite a few fights in the past, even some verses her best friend. He was quiet, demanding and hated to be told he was wrong.

He was loud, obnoxious and cocky. He constantly wanted to feel better than everyone else. He was always picking fights with the wrong people, which eventually led to his downfall, and still made it his goal to tell everyone he was still the greatest.

He was always kind to her (not many others though), reassuring her always that everything, no matter how bad a situation looked, would be alright. He kept the gentlest hold on her hand as much as he could, and would kiss her forehead so softly it could barely be noticed. He always complimented her, telling her the sweetest things possible. He taught her everything he possibly could about the world of music he'd constantly been involved in. He wasn't always the most extraordinary or unique man, but he did everything he possibly could for her.

He wasn't as charming, but there were times when he was even sweeter, holding her close when she would cry, whispering to her that everything would be fine. He'd sit quietly, something so rare for him to do that she couldn't help but appreciate it, and listen to every single one of her problems, trying to help her solve them. He always tried cheering her up when she needed it, turning the worst of her days into the best. He wasn't always the nicest, but the moments when he showed his softer side, it was then she could tell how much he meant to her.

She was supposed to pick between them. Between the man who treated her like a queen, or the man who showed kindness to her and her alone.

It was impossible.

So her people chose for her, and their choice stuck, no matter how much she might regret it when she sees a glaze of sadness darting through a pair of red eyes.