"I do know... quite vividly." It was one of the only memories he retained. He had a lover for the first time since his turning, he had just turned 200 in vampiric years for a total of 223 years old. The man was a writer with the profile of a professional swimmer. He had mid-back length blonde hair with bright golden-brown eyes. He also happened to be the third son of an aristocrat. At the time Salazar went by the name Aspen Noir, a lower ranked aristocrat than his lover. It was considered a sin back then to sleep with the same gender, and it didn't help that Salazar could only spend a limited amount of time in the sun. They had kept it quiet, but it got out because of a maid who wanted Salazar's lover for herself. She snitched. Salazar had barely made it home to go fit himself in his coffin and sleep for a few hours to recuperate.<br/><br/>Doing so was his lover's downfall. Because while he had been asleep, his lover had been tried and charged. He was sentenced to death even his standing in society couldn't help him. The medics had deemed him too far gone to be able to undergo rehabilitation. Salazar had slept through it.<br/><br/>When Salazar awoke, he went to find his lover. They always met in the town square, and before he stepped out of the shadows, he saw them hang his lover. There was no time to save him, he didn't know his lover had needed saving so he didn't rush to meet him. If he had, he could have possibly saved him.<br/><br/>"You are very welcome, Silo. Now, do I need to escort you to your apartment building? I would hate for anything to happen to you." Salazar gave him a worried look, which over-shined the emotions and memories churning inside of him.