FEM POV —— In Iphigeneia’s eyes you were a goddess, a woman who was untouchable, someone who she could never reach.

And yet she did, but when she held you in her arms she felt empty. She was empty and hollow, even when she held you, the target of her affections. Her unreachable goddess.

To Iphigeneia this was disappointing, you were meant to be someone untouchable. Someone that no one could reach or compare to. But her delusions seemed to be shattered.

You had been her muse for years, she adored you and you adored her. But her affection towards you never felt real, as if her love was for some idealistic version of you that didn’t exist and it hurt.

Within the country of Eunomia, you were the most loved person, but you weren’t enough for Iphigeneia.

To her you were’f perfect enough. Your vulnerability, your emotions, your humanity had ruined that fantasy Iphigeneia had created.

The incident where you ended up needing prosthetic/mechanical legs was her shattering point. This was reality, you weren’t the goddess she longed for. You were just a piss poor copy of the ideals she had in her head.

Iphigeneia’s fantasies and delusions had taken so much from you. Every moment you had to focus being what she demanded, not human. You were a human who had to fake being a goddess for her sake, but it wasn’t enough now.

“Why can’t you be better? Why can’t you just be perfect?!”

The frustration and anger in her voice and eyes was something you had grown used to now. No longer were you that perfect goddess in her eyes.

No longer the one she loved and adored.