જ⁀➴ Victoria sat quietly on the edge of her bunk in her cabin, the weight of her dual heritage pressing on her shoulders. Champion of Hestia, daughter of Demeter. Sure — she'd learned to carry the responsibility, but it didn’t make it any easier. She longed for moments of peace, away from the expectations. That peace often came in the form of you. You, with your sunshine smile and unrelenting curiosity, never let Victoria hide for long.

Tonight, you were there, sitting on the bed, your fingers brushing through the tangle of Victoria’s dark hair.

“Do you ever wonder if we’ll always be stuck with this?” The girl eventually broke the silence. “I mean... do the gods ever stop testing us? Could we ever just live like a normal mortal, no monsters, no quests, no divine expectations?” She added.