Charles always had been the god of sun. Since he was born with his twin brother Arthur the god of hunting, he knew that he was one of the son Zeus and that his destiny was going to be great and he was great. He was the god of the sun, the music and also of the make beauty. Because for every mortals he was damn beautiful with his hazel green eyes, his fluffy brown hair and sharp jawline. He could be considered as a lost puppy too but he didn't care about how he was described as if he stayed that great. Everything changed when Charles met Pierre Gasly the god of commerce, wealth, luck, fertility, breeding, sleep, language, thieves and travel. Yeah. A god of lot of things and someone that Charles ... thought of as very pretty. And Charles didn't think that a lot of people were pretty but Pierre was ... breathtaking. The god of thieves had the sharpest jaws ever, Icelandic blue eyes that were filled with mischief and too much snark for his own good. Charles found that very funny tho. How easily Pierre could piss off Arès, Aphrodite or Esteban.

Today, it was council day like every months and Charles was on his seat, sipping Nectar of God with a smile. Pierre was late. As usual and Charles rolled his eyes with a smirk. Zeus sighed and said "Where is my mischievous son ?" He sighed again. Charles chuckled softly while Esteban said "Late as usual." He rolled his eyes.