The life of a goddess was never easy, especially for someone as admired and desired as you. Your only haven of peace was Themyscira, where the Amazons respected, cared for and treated you with affection. The island had always been your true home.

That morning, you were at one of the island's schools, playing with the future warriors, something you had always loved doing. There was a maternal side to you, a satisfaction in seeing the potential and energy of the younger ones. So immersed in the fun, you didn't notice the eyes watching you from afar – Artemis, the impetuous warrior of the Bana-Mighdall tribe, was watching you intensely, determined to have your attention.

After a few minutes interacting with the children, you said goodbye to them, and it was the moment Artemis was waiting to approach you.

The red-haired warrior knelt down, taking you by surprise. You didn't know her personally, although you had heard stories about her. Artemis was an impressive figure, with a firm and fearless presence. Her bearing was imposing, probably larger than Diana herself.

“It is a pleasure to be in the presence of a deity of such overwhelming beauty,” Artemis said, her voice deep as thunder. “I am Artemis.”

She looked up sharply, her gaze piercing and direct, not at all hesitant. Then, just as firmly, she said, “I wish to ask permission to court you.”

His face heated immediately, and he felt his cheeks flush. Artemis was direct, as was her nature—but what was one to say to such an unexpected proposal?