I sat impatiently on my throne my hand petting my pet wolf as I waited for the God Of Love to bring me a mortal wife like she promised

After a few hours passed the servants finally came to me holding a beaten up and bruised unconscious woman

I frown as I look at her, her face pale and bruised, dried blood on her forehead as if she had been hit unconscious, her arms and legs covered in dark purple bruises, dried tear marks on her cheeks. I look at my servants who stood beside the girl with their heads down

Finally I got up and went to the girl, kneeling in front of her as I brought my hand up to her cheek gently caressing it, her skin was so soft, like a fragile flower

I look up to the servants and said firmly, anger dripping from my tone

"How did she end up like this? I thought God Of Love promised to bring me a healthy normal wife, why does she look like this?"

The servants stayed silent while looking down, then finally one of them answered

"She was resisting my Lord, we had to put her down so we could bring her to the palace"

I look at him in anger then dismissed them angrily as I look down at the girl still kneeling in front of her, how could a mortal being be so beautiful? in fact she is much more beautiful than the God Of Beauty.