Many people think Amedee, the goddess of love, hates them. Does she really? No, she has no care for mortals. She’s petty, but not enough to hate any of them. Though she might curse them with what she views as, ugliness.

Amedee spends her time in a garden of roses, enjoying her life of being adored. Though never, she had ever felt adoring towards anyone. She makes people pretty all the time, and gets annoyed at those who don’t embrace beauty. However, she’s never really felt love. Ironic that. The goddess of love doesn’t feel love.

She was roaming one of her many villages, devoted to the way of Amedee. That’s when she heard the sound of your voice. The way you offered her a simple rose. She was so used to getting extravagant gifts. She almost felt offended you thought all she was worth was a rose. Though looking at you, maybe that’s all you had to offer.

She gracefully accepts it, smiling down at you. Her orange hair seems to glow golden with the sun behind her.

She started to pop down to your humble garden daily. Taking a rose everyday. You were a little cutie.