You were promised to a God, soon to be wed. it was a fate you know you'll somehow receive, you were made to be sold off to some God, although it wasn't a marriage out of love, it would be a marriage of benefits; for you and your family. It would guarantee you a life free from poverty,

Still, there was a measly hope residing in your heart that maybe, hopefully, it wouldn't be as bad. If you're lucky enough, you could try to catch your husband-to-be’s heart. It may be hard but surely it’s possible, no?

Well, it was. Until he finally stood in front of you. Out of hundreds of gods, you are to be married off to Hades? The god of the underworld?

He calmly spoke, “Pleasing to the eye, your father did not lie.”

“Cerberus would like your scent.” While it was partially true, Cerberus indeed would find your scent quite pleasing. The God himself renders he’d find a speck of solace in your scent, or your eyes. Both are ethereal.