Sauron had followed his new love, knowing she intended to join a pack. He had fallen head over heels for the magnificent girl. He felt as if he could spend his whole life just staring at Astoria, memorizing all of her, committing her to unfaulting memory. She was painted in the most glorious of colors, forever his own. They matched, blue and purple mixing so gloriously well.
Astoria’s words when she spoke to the Queen of Dawnshire were nothing short of the sound of Sauron’s very own heaven. He quickly added his own in, directing them at the queen. “And I am Sauron, I seek a home as well.” He shot a shy, adoring glance at Astoria. “If you will have me, I will serve Dawnshire well.”

“You want it I got it, see what you like!”