Richard Armani Montgomery Castro humiliated, maligned and did everything in his power to uncover Psyche Saavedra's true skin when he thought that she tricked him into marriage. He made her life the meaning of how was it to live in hell with no one b...
The first ray of light falls on the bed discovers its secret. There she sees the sweetest and most docile of monsters; Cupid himself, the comliest of the gods, lying clothed in all his beauty.
She sees those radiant locks, ambrosia-scented, the milk-white neck, the damask cheek over which wander those glorious curls whose brilliancy makes the lamps light tremble. His wings, sparkling with dew and gleaming with the whiteness of lily, are folded at his shoulders, their delicate points moving gently with the wind. The rest of his body smooth and clear, and such that Venus had no need to blush for having borne him.
Curiosity seizes on Psyche; she touches and wonders at her husband's weapons. She draws an arrow out of the quiver and tries the point with the tip of her thumb, but the trembling of her hand causes her to prick too deeply, and a few beads of rosy blood ooze out through the skin. Thus Psyche all unwittingly falls in love with Love and burns for him more and more.
Cupid as described by Greek Mythology
A certain king and queen had three daughters. The charms of the two elder were more than common, but the beauty of the youngest was so wonderful that the poverty of language is unable to express its due praise. The fame of her beauty was so great that strangers from neighboring countries came in crowds to enjoy the sight, and looked on her with amazement, paying her that homage which is due only to Venus herself. In fact Venus found her altars deserted, while men turned their devotion to this young virgin. As she passed along, the people sang her praises, and strewed her way with chaplets and flowers.
Psyche as described by Greek Mythology
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Flashback
The seven-year-old her was clutching her father's hand while her eyes widened in amazement watching the grandest superstructure of the R.A.C. building. Her father just told her that he'll bring her somewhere in the Metro and will visit his closest friends. She was ecstatic. The last time that she was in Manila was when they needed to accompany their grandma Lovenia to a hospital when she began complaining about her left leg. It was a few years ago. She had always been fascinated with the busy streets and the sky-high buildings. R.A.C. towers were so far the grandest of them all. It was all glass. It depicts exorbitance. As a child, she saw it like some Disney Prince will come out of it anytime soon.
