My son, Eros, has always been the sun at the center of my universe. He was a gorgeous and sweet baby. A true testament to my power. When he was grown, he had his pick of young nymphs, gods, and goddess to bestow his love upon. But what does he choose as his wife? A human. Thin. Manipulative yet somehow naive at the same time. Her young face still holding onto baby fat and other deformations of mortality.
And Eros chose her. He tried to hide her from me, his loving mother. He made a deal with her father while hiding in the shadows of MY TEMPLE, offering riches in-exchange for this girl’s chastity. As I understand, he saved her from a marriage to an angry land owner, a man whose first two wives died young. Why did he have to keep her? Why did he whisk her away to a secret home and visit her at night. And from what I understand, he married her in the darkness so she could never see his face.
What did they do on their clandestine nightly meetings? They talked. For the love of Cronus, they freaking talked! Mortals are not for talking to! They are messengers, heroes, and tools to be used as we gods desire. Not to form a deep personal connection to! It was literally years before they consummated their marriage. And it was some time after that when whispers at last reached me - my beloved son had a wife who even the immortals claimed was more beautiful than me. Something had to be done.
