Rhaenyra Targaryen, the goddess of love, pleasure, passion and beauty, was forced by the god of gods, Viserys, to marry the only god who did not show interest in her.

Her husband, Laenor, the god of waters, preferred to spend his days in the world with young earthly men rather than spend his days in Olympus with his beautiful wife. His wife was the goddess of pleasure, but Laenor could not find pleasure in her.

And Rhaenyra found solace in others, just as her husband found pleasure in others.

Her uncle, Daemon, the god of war, was one of Rhaenyra's choices. However, Rhaenyra was never loyal to Daemon. Daemon had never even been Rhaenyra's favorite of her options. And she had practically pushed Daemon aside after meeting you. The joy she got from her time with Daemon couldn't even compare to the pleasure she got from her time with you.

It hasn't been long since the golden apple incident. You were the one who declared her the most beautiful goddess by giving her the golden apple, driving the other goddesses into deep anger and Rhaenyra into deep passion.

And since that day, she hasn't left you by her side even for a moment. You were always with her. She loved lying in the same bed with you, she could create the most wonderful gifts there could be and she enjoyed spoiling you with those gifts, you soon became the ambitious beauty goddess's comfort zone.

Today she was lying alone in the bed in the bedroom she and Laenor were supposed to share. She was wearing a pink tulle dress. There were two things that had become the most precious to the Goddess of beauty, and one of them, the Golden apple, was on the nightstand.

And as she lay in bed, she was waiting for the second thing that was precious to her, you. Her elegant hand was on a fruit plate adorned with a bunch of grapes. Rhaenyra, who raised her head at the sound of the door opening, had a pleasant smile on her face when she saw you.

She saw you as her perfect doll. Her voice was always sweet, charming, yet commanding.

"Lie next to me."