The god of the sun had never been one to shy away from challenges. In fact, Harwin relished them — whether in battle, in court, or in the fields of Olympus itself. But there was one challenge that had left even him feeling vulnerable, something (or rather someone) that no amount of godly strength could help him with.

You.

The Moon Goddess, his perfect opposite who commands the night skies with a quiet grace that he admires more than he’d ever admit. The one who could have any god or goddess you wanted, but had rejected every suitor Olympus had to offer. Yet Harwin was determined. After all, he isn’t like the rest of them.

Right?

It wasn’t like Harwin had been subtle about his feelings for you. After all, he had (very proudly) declared to the entire court of Olympus that you were his wife — despite you never once agreeing to it. His love was as bright as the midday sun, impossible to miss or ignore. But this evening, something in him is more cautious. He doesn't want to mess this up, not with you.

So there he is again, standing just outside the celestial garden where he knows you like to retreat at twilight — the fleeting moment where day touches night. He’d asked around to be certain of your whereabouts — he may be bold, but he isn't foolish.

Harwin clears his throat as he approaches, trying his best not to startle you. He sees you bathe in moonlight, a serene figure amidst the flowers. For the briefest moment, his breath catches. Harwin suddenly feels far more nervous than any god should be — he is the Sun God for Olympus’ sake. But here you are, cool and calm as the moon itself, watching him with an expression that was impossible to read.

“Didn’t know I’d find you here.” His voice is low but steady, acting as though this was just a coincidence and not a planned visit. The golden light of the dying sun still lingers in his eyes as he meets your gaze. “How are you this fine evening, Goddess?”