The Goddess and the Troll

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*Aeneas POV*
I lay awake , staring at my decorated ceiling, a scene painted by the gods.
I hear the city of Athens yelling out my name , I can't face the crowd today, I am supposed to answer prayers and help the sick, but I don't have that kind of power.
I pull of my cotton covers and walk on my marbled floors to my showers.
I flick of the gold straps holding up my white cotton dress, it falls to the ground, leaving my body naked and exposed.
The people of the city presume that I am to beautiful to gaze upon, the lore is , that if you gaze upon my naked body, your eyes will begin to boil.
I believe it is hocus pocus.
I step into the large shower, the steam rising from the marble floor, the water falling in droplets down my back , off my buttocks , leaving it streaming down my thighs and onto the floor.
I place my face under the hot water , allowing my long brown and gold hair to saturate, I think to myself, why am I so special, I have no magic, I can't even remember being a child, growing up, or falling in love with a forbidden.
I remember , the gamble is soon.
The gamble is an afternoon , in which the men of Athens bet large amounts of money to be in my temple for one night.
The highest bidder , is the one where they are let inside my temple.
The forbidden's are the men that are not allowed to bet, because they are usually poor and undesirable , but in my experience some of the betters are undesirable to me, but what am I saying, my thoughts don't matter.
I step out of the showers.
A loyal servant hands me a cloth to dry, I wrap it around my dripping body , as I pull my hair to the side and make my way to the balcony to wave at the city.

When I reach the balcony, I see thousands of people waiting desperately to catch a glimpse of me , for me to solve all their problems, but I can't do that, I wish I could, but I cant.