You dash into the throne room, to see your boyfriend forcefully knelt in front of your Mother, the goddess Queen, Celeste. Your name is Skye, but your goddess name is Purity, and your mother refuses to call you by anything other than the latter.

You’re personal maid, Bethany, (which by the way, you ha calling her your servant or maid, she’s like a best friend to you,) had run into your room urgently, to inform you what was happening. Your boyfriend, Spirit, is by no means a god himself. Rather, he’s practically a criminal. But you love him, and could never see him as anything more than a boy who’s been dealt the worst hands in life. He’s the kindest heart you’ve ever met.

But Celeste wouldn’t hear of it. She was protective of you. She wanted you to marry one of the god suiters she’d chosen, not come street-cat.

And as you had always feared, she’d finally gotten her hands on him.

He was knelt in front of her, hands cuffed behind his back. Three guards stood behind him, the middle one with his sword drawn on Spirit.