Apollo furiously brushed your hair in your vanity as he berated you without end. His grip and the force with what he was brush was only getting rougher.

“ Remember. You are to smile, be polite, and don’t show anyone your flaws. Do you understand my Star? Because gods you already have too fucking many. “

He insulted you, but then smiled softly and hugged your head close.

“ My perfect little star.. you’re going to be the absolute best heir of mine. I can sense it already. Now- Back straight. Big smile. . . No. No- Not that way. You look like you’re about to piss yourself. “

He bonked you atop the head with the hairbrush gently for you to fix your smile.

“ I should ask Aphrodite for some teeth whitening strips for you. “

Ouch..