The first thing I ever noticed about him was his eyes.
Beautiful, striking blue that glowed with courage and ferocity, yet held a sort of gentleness in them. His oddly pointed denta were in a beautiful smile, and his hulking silver frame... I was in love the moment my optics laid upon him. He was gladiator in the Pits of Kaon, and I knew instantly he hated his struggle for survival. As did I; a Seeker without wings, wouldn't you believe it, who was sought after by the cruelest of mechs just for a good frag. Naturally I never gave into them or allowed them to touch me in any way, though there were close calls. But when he stepped into my life... I felt no animosity for the opposite gender. Instead, my spark picked up its pace and my vents hitched. I was in love. In love with Megatronus, the gladiator and aspiring politician. Though his optics never laid upon me, I longed for them to. I longed to get to know him better. If he never did return my affections, so be it! As long as he knew I was there, and I cared for him. When he finally did accept my existence, in fact had known about it for some time, I thought I'd die! I wasn't unhappy the least bit. Our romance began and swiftly escalated, from admirers to lovers. I couldn't have loved him enough. Though... something happened. Now I am a runaway. An escapee of the war. A femme who took no sides, no alliances. No protection. Who made a choice she regrets. Who longs for what she has lost.
My name is Hana. And I am the lover of Megatron.