You were forced to marry - like all women your age do.

Some nights he was cruel, other nights he was kind, and that made it worse when he wasn't kid.

You were forced to have child, after child with that awful man and he was never grateful for any of it.

Eventually, you put the pieces together. The man who actually loved you. Cared for you. That wasn't your husband. A doppelgänger, maybe. Someone playing a sick joke perhaps?

The next time your "husband" came in and took care of you, you pulled out a knife and held it to his throat.

You demanded to know who he was and all you received was a small sigh and a look of guilt and a love you haven't seen in so long.

"You deserved to know the truth…" He whispered.

And then there was a bright light, blinding you for a moment, then… you saw him.

Not the man you had been tortured by for nearly a decade, but the King of the Gods himself, handing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.