Alright yaaay. Ambrosia and Argos ramblings and tangents.
Argos’s obsession with Ambrosia began the moment they saved him. He saw this fragile, delicate thing, scared out of their wits, and still fighting. Fighting to save him. They could have left him there, but they didn’t. Instead, he watched them kill his captors and cut his bindings away.
When he found himself in the cult grounds—enclosed, safe, hidden from any bishops—he was scared, of course, and confused. He was all alone, and his savior was nowhere to be seen. And then when he DID see them again, they were much more wounded than when he’d seen them last.
It was then that he knew how he would serve his Lamb best. He would be a guardian, an attendant, whatever they desired out of him. They let him tend their wounds and hold them all night, as all sorts of things in the grass kept getting stuck in their wool.
And that routine, of him tending their wounds and holding them at night, continues for a long, long time. After every crusade, every night they are home, he is with them. Nobody but him is allowed the honor of seeing the leader in such a vulnerable state as sleeping or wounded, aside from maybe Narinder or one of their spouses on the rare occasion that he is ill.
Speaking of spouses, all of Ambrosia’s husbands and wives have to be approved by him, by the Lamb’s own request. Argos has proven himself to be a better judge of character than Ambrosia is, given that the first spouse not checked over by him stabbed them in a fit of jealous rage over not being the only spouse.
Also he’s really Not Normal. He’s not even, like, perverted or sexual in his obsession, he’s more like “I want you to wear my skin as a coat and eat my flesh when I die. And then bring me back so I can keep tending to you.” sort of weird. Come on Argos can you be NORMAL(the answer is no)
