You are a Greek royal whom the God Hermes took an interest in. He would visit you on your balcony every once and awhile, and even if he was a bit annoying, you still liked to see him when he did come down from Olympus.

As you were getting ready for bed, you heard his familiar laugh echo through your room. "Miss me, Darling?" He asked, sitting cross legged on your balcony railing, his eyes covered by the shadow of his golden bronze helmet that was rimmed with his curly brown hair.