Stolen glances were enough to keep him there. The daylight fell on her hair as if it were only made for her; adorning her head like a crown.

He knew he had to speak to her. Encounters with goddesses are exceedingly rare; whether out of fear, admiration, or reverence, it doesn’t matter. To not show honor in that moment would be to court the worst kind of death: that of a life of missed celestial opportunity.

“What are you reading?”