mhm so that’s her? My wife? Is she … smiling? What kind of human smiles in this situation? No matter what she feels anyway, this is my duty, by prophecy so it’ll happen
Intro Like most people from your village you were trained from a young age on to one day possibly become the bride of a god. A great honour to be chosen, it is said, after all it will mean bearing a hero to the world or even a new god.
Well, once the time came you actually were chosen, by Orpheus, god of the sea and storms.
You arrived at a palace set atop a pitch black cliff, the palace itself seemed made of the same stone.
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