After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

After these days of precipitation, Psyche was much calmer than when he first came.

Knowing that it would be difficult to escape for the time being, she no longer thought about fighting against that person all the time, and learned to live in peace with him.

She knew very well that the opponent's strength was unimaginably strong, and if she failed in one blow, she would only bring herself into greater trouble—she had already tasted that feeling.

Obeying him seems to be the only way out.

Psyche had never thought before that he would marry someone who was not a mortal.

Now that he is really married, that person doesn't seem to be as brutal and bloodthirsty as a beast, and even quite the opposite. His gestures are full of elegance and romance, and his gentle place is like the evening wind blowing on the face of the Aegean Sea...

It's hard to imagine him as a hideous monster.

Although he couldn't see his face, his voice was like a glass of poison disguised as wine. He knew it was poisonous, but he still attracted her and charmed her, making her unable to control it.

He was wonderful to her, even a little too good.

Compared with living in the city-state before, living in the palace is like a fairy-like happy life.

Even so, Psyche still did not forget the mission on her shoulders.

Her city-state is still controlled by traitors, and the throne that originally belonged to her has also fallen into his hands.

As soon as he finds the opportunity, Psyche still wants to go back to the city-state to settle his own mess.

Perhaps because of Psyche's strategy of non-resistance, the relationship between her and him seemed to warm up slowly inadvertently.

He used to come only in the thick of the night, but now he would come early from time to time, to accompany her at sunset...or even earlier, to accompany her for dinner.

On that day, the sky was gloomy and the day was quiet.

The torrential rain was pouring, and the roses outside the palace were damaged by the wind and rain, and their branches were broken, and there were dazzling lightning flashes in the rolling dark clouds.

It was clearly daytime, but the palace could not be seen, and there was a smell of rain.

Psyche didn't like the sound of thunder. The sound of thunder was like the roar of some kind of wild animal, which frightened people's hearts and made people have bad associations.

She hid under the quilt, covered her face heavily, and tried her best to force herself to fall asleep quickly.

There was thunder and lightning outside the window, and the cold wind seemed to rush into the house and sweep her away.

The more she wanted to fall asleep, the more she couldn't sleep.

Before she could get some sleepiness, she felt that someone was sitting on the head of her bed, stroking her with gloomy eyes like a pair of invisible hands.

—He is here.

Psyche pushed away the quilt immediately, but his eyes were heavily covered by the man.

"Honey." His body was cold, and he pressed against her forehead, and the crystal raindrops fell on the corners of her eyes along his hair, feeling cold, "Why do you have to fall asleep so early?"

Psyche shivered from the cold air on his body, "It's too dark, and there's nothing left or right... Then, I fell asleep."

"Is it too dark..." He raised his head slightly, and said with some emotion, "It's Zeus. The daughter of Inarchus is going to be miserable."

Psyche sensed something unusual and asked, "What?"

He touched her light lips, "Don't be afraid, this storm will pass soon."

As he spoke, he took out a dew-stained three-color hyacinth from his bosom, "I saw it on the road, so I picked it off and gave it to you."

Psyche held the flower branch, and with a little light, he could see that the flower was very beautiful, even the petals were crystal clear.

But she was absent-minded at this time, longing for him to tell her more gossip.

Psyche sniffed the hyacinth on the tip of his nose, and leaned gently into the man's arms, intentionally or unintentionally recalling what he had just said, "Is the daughter of Inarchus as afraid of thunder as I am?"

He whispered, "No."

Psyche caressed the hyacinth's petals weakly, "Then why do you say she's miserable?"

He hummed lightly and paused for a moment, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Psyche rubbed his round head in his arms, and acted like a baby to him, "I can't sleep either, so you can tell me a bedtime story."

His voice was slightly hoarse, "Io, the daughter of Inakos, is very beautiful. Zeus, the father of the gods, valued him."

Psyche listened quietly.

He looked out of the window indifferently, "The storm at this moment is caused by Zeus chasing Io."

Psyche could not help following his gaze.

She asked with difficulty, "Chasing... Chasing?"

A bead of cold rain drifted into the room.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Zeus always does this kind of thing, just get used to it."

Psyche rolled his downcast eyes.

She didn't know Inarcus's daughter, and it was the first time she had heard of such an experience.

Listening to his tone, it seems that Zeus's robbery is a common occurrence, and he is used to it.

So who is he, is he also in the fairy class?May see the Father of the Gods from time to time...

Psyche felt a little uncomfortable, "Then...can you save that poor girl?"

"My dear, I'm sorry, I can't control it."

He squinted at her lightly with dull eyes, "We'd better watch this kind of thing from the sidelines."

She cleared her throat without hesitation, and said with a slight sigh, "...It's the God of Cupid, who shoots arrows indiscriminately. He always makes unsuitable people match."

The arm of the person next to her stiffened for a moment when she said that.

"Listening to what you said, it seems that you are angry."

He hooked her chin, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, "Do you think we are not compatible?"

Of course not... a particularly good fit.

One is human and the other is non-human, how can they match.

Of course this cannot be said.

Psyche held his mouth shut, "I didn't say."

He hummed with a rising tone, and pinched her slender arms as if indulging, "So, love is blind. It's understandable to use some despicable methods."

Psyche gasped silently.She disagreed with this view.

He said this as if making excuses for the All-Father's meanness.

However, this also seems to be a signal.

He could see so clearly what the gods were doing, and take her to the clouds to hear the sun god's lila, which didn't seem like an ordinary monster could do it.

The speculation that he is also a god is becoming more and more certain in Psyche's mind, but there is still no sufficient evidence yet.

At the same time, Psyche also faintly sensed trouble.

If he is really a god, it would be too unimaginable...

At this moment, what is the difference between her situation and Io who is wrapped in dark clouds?

The two of them talked about this topic, discussed it for a while, and then it was time for dinner.

With him here, the storm outside cannot blow in.

All delicacies were prepared for her, but he did not allow the lamp to be turned on, so Psyche couldn't see the food clearly, and he ate it in his nose two or three times...

But he seemed to have night vision, so he smiled dotingly and helped her wipe the food stains off her mouth.

"If I come to feed you." He whispered in her ear.

Psyche shrugged, subconsciously about to say no, but the man had already lifted the dish to the height of her mouth.

"Open your mouth."