“you ought to take greater care in your tasks,” artemis says, as he looms over your shoulder, hands dancing over your wings.

its been a couple of centuries since you were punished and tasked to be a guardian angel to troubled mortals. Your wrongdoings werent so severe- so artemis personally confirmed he would handle you.

after all, who better to handle you- if not your husband?

“are you listening? itd do you well to head what i say,” he sighed