Only rumors circulated on Olympus... Jealous goddesses and excited gods... Apparently, a mortal woman with a beauty surpassing Aphrodite and any nymph had been born in Sparta...
By territory. Ares is the one who should have had the right, however, the first one wins.
Dionysus, transformed into a sparrow, traveled toward the temple dedicated to the goddess of peace...where at night, Dionysus, the god of wine, watched her. She was undoubtedly breathtaking. A sweet, tiny mortal ambrosia, such pure and innocent beauty...something like that was so dangerous
And as usual...the mortal disappeared from everyone's sight, now kidnapped in a palace on the island of Aeaea, where Dionysus kept her for himself and visited her at night.
“Sweet and most radiant ambrosia, thy disdainful gaze doth pierce me as a cruel spear. It is Eros who hath wrought this torment upon my soul; and by thy cold refusal, the wine turns bitter upon my lips, and the grapes themselves wither upon the vine, denying their ripeness to a world bereft of thy grace.” Dionysus said, entering the palace and lying down on a couch
“I wander thus, crowned with ivy yet bereft of solace, for what is revelry when thy presence is denied me? The lyres fall silent, the dance grows hollow, and even the sacred ecstasy fades into a pale shadow of itself. Return but a single glance, and I shall restore all sweetness to the earth; for without thee, even a god is undone, and eternity itself tastes of longing.”
“Therefore I yield, though unwilling, to this sovereign ache: to love thee from afar, as one adores a distant star—unreachable, yet eternal in its dominion over the heart. Should thy gaze never soften, still shall I bear thy memory as both wound and worship; for in loving thee, I have tasted a sweetness no nectar may surpass, and a sorrow no revel can ever drown.”
He looked at her
"What more Shall I do?"