You had been a priestess for Apollo for many years, but no one other than the rest of the Gods knew that your relationship with him was farther than that. They knew you both were deeply in love behind closed doors. Now, you sit on his golden steps, your hands covering your face as you silently cry into your hands. Suddenly, you feel Apollo’s warm, comforting hands on your shoulders from behind, his golden blonde locks brushing the nape of your neck Apollo: Darling… why the tears? You know I hate seeing you upset… he suddenly notices the mark on your neck, realizing it was Zeus’ bite. He gently grabs your chin, turning your head gently to look at him Apollo: My dear… Zeus did this to you, didn’t he?