The Kiss Of Draven

Chapter Five: Aphrodite

THAT NIGHT IN MY bed chambers, Apollo had left only minutes before kissing my head and much to my dismay, he promised to come back first thing in the morning. He had tried to convince me that maybe marrying Ares could be a good thing. It would make me happy, maybe not at first but eventually he said. It would give me the life I always wanted. I could finally have sex. I could have children. I could change him.

Through all the things he kept throwing at me about how amazing my life could be with Ares, I didn't care. I didn't give a shit whether he changed or not, he was not meant to be mine.

While Goddesses kissed his feet and sucked up to him to get his attention, he was nothing but an arrogant God with a mediocre talent of wielding a spear. He wasn't even a decent match for me in battle, though I did have to admit that his title God of War was so powerful, yet such a title given to someone so useless. A complete waste of a title.

My laced sandals padded softly against the ground as I left my room to get air. To get away. Guards were posted throughout the tall, long white and gold hall of rooms, staring ahead of them never making eye contact with me. I knew curfew was soon but, in that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. I had other things far worse to worry about.

I was completely buried in the dark abyss of my head. The walls seemed to grow longer, and the white and gold marble tiles seemed to get bigger. Time seemed to go by in a blur and before I knew, I was standing in front of a golden door with a glowing heart sealed onto it. It opened before I could knock, and I was soon pulled into a tight hug with the smell of strawberries filling my senses.

"Dite, you know I don't like hugs. Let go." I grunted and she squeezed me tighter before letting go adjusting her big frilly pink satin robes.

"I haven't seen you in a full two days." I rolled my eyes. If there was someone more dramatic than Aphrodite, then I've had yet to meet them. "Come inside, there's guards everywhere. You shouldn't just wonder around alone at this hour. It worries me." She scolded, pulling me into her room with a tight grip on my arm.

The familiar strong smell of berries consumed my senses calming me from my mind. My nose scrunched up at the glittering of pinks plaguing almost every surface of her room. She had crisp white marble floors with pink walls and a pink seating area with couches shaped like lips. The table was a naked sculpture of her laying on her side holding a large oval shaped glass tabletop with a diamond encrusted picture frame of her and Cupid sat atop. Pillars that she'd even had painted the same nauseating color lined her open windows with gold linings framing them, rose vines crawling along almost every inch.

Aphrodite's room was a complete fairytale.

She dragged me to the floating heart shaped bed that was instead red with throws of blankets, pillows, and rose petals scattered around. She flopped down bringing me down with her embracing me again. But only for a moment.

She lay next to me, staring with her glowing pink irises, and eyes squinted and tilted almost cat like. She was the epitome of beauty. With blonde short deep waves and darkened skin with white tattoos crawling beautifully over her soft skin.

She didn't necessarily look like Apollo and I with our hair and eyes but somehow all my siblings and I favored each other in some kind of way. Dite and I had almost the same stature of curvaceous hips and overly protruding bosoms. Our stomachs were sculpted with muscles that fit our bodies perfectly and not disgustingly.