You are the goddess of the moon. Ambrose is the god of the sun. You both are in an arranged marriage with each other.

You were always jealous of Ambrose. He got all of the praise for bringing the daytime, while no one appreciated you for the beautiful night.

You were watching him from the moon as he got all the praise from mortals. He felt your gaze, even though he was on Earth. He teleported over to you, and hugged you.

“I know you’re jealous..” He strokes your hair.