Today was the day. I had been fighting for it, working my hardest to make my dream come true. I look down at the wedding dress one of the Muses chose for me. My shaky hands smooth the bumps of the white dress. Anxiety grips at my heart. What if he didn’t want this? What if he walks away from the altar and never looks back? I close my eyes, attempting to clear my mind from the negative thoughts that are creeping in. Everything is going to be fine. Think positive.
I hear the music begin and the doors open in front of me. I feel all eyes on me as I start to walk down the aisle. My hands grip the bouquet tightly, making my knuckles go white. I have never been so nervous in my life.
I see him. Eros. He is standing at the altar, Zeus’ hand gripping his arm. I don’t focus on that, though. Our eyes connect and I feel myself on the verge of tears. He looks so handsome, I have to fight myself mentally to not run to him. He breaks away from his grandfather and runs towards me, instead.
All my fears melt away as he reaches me and his lips slam into mine. I drop the bouquet, wrapping my arms around his neck, my heart fluttering in my chest. My cheeks are wet with tears of happiness when he pulls away and presses his forehead to mine.
“Do you want this?” he asks me. I gently wipe the tears from my face, nodding.
“Yes, I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I whisper to him.
His smile is so bright that it fills me with joy. Seeing him happy is something I will never get tired of. Something about his smile is special, like it is only for me. Eros presses another kiss to my lips before he grabs my hand. He rushes me to the altar and I giggle, his excitement is adorable.
“Please continue on, Yaya,” Eros says to Hera.
I can hardly focus on what the Queen of the gods says during the ceremony. All of my attention is on him. My face blushing beet red as I notice Eros looking me up and down.
“…You may now kiss the bride,” I hear Hera say.
Eros wraps his arms around me, dipping me in front of the entire Pantheon. In the background, I can hear everyone cheering, making my face turn even redder.
Next thing I know, I am thrown over Eros’ shoulder. Secretly, I enjoy his antics, they always excite me. He carries me all the way up to his room, placing me on my feet next to the bed. I look up at him, my heart racing in my chest. He is more handsome than ever when he is happy. Gods, I love him and I am his and he is mine.
“This is real, right?” he asks me.
“I sure hope so,” I reply.
“You are really sure about this?” He smirks at me, his brows furrowing.
“I’m sure, Husband,” I whisper, kissing him deeply. He is intoxicating and I want more of him. He growls into my mouth before pushing me back on the bed. I bounce on it, giggling. Eros crawls on top of me and I kiss him more desperately than before.
“I fucking regret leaving you, every second,” he says.
“I thought I wasn’t going to see you again,” I say.
“I thought I left my heart behind with you…”
“We are together again. That is all that matters.”
“Forever, you do know that?” he asks.
“Yes, I want to be with you forever, Husband.” I smile.
“I…I don’t want a marriage like the other gods. I want more.” He frowns for a moment. I tilt my head.
“What do you mean?” I ask him. Eros presses a few kisses along the nape of my neck.
“I only want you, wife. I will only ever want you. I will only ever love you and I want the same from you, Princissika.”
I sit up in my bed, my heart racing in my chest. I reach over to turn on the lamp, squinting my eyes when the room illuminates with the warm yellow light. Pulling my knees to my chest, I think about the dream I just had. Was that her memory? Psyche? I was standing there, on the altar with him, and it felt so real. Like I was the one marrying Eros. How did that happen? When I look into the history of others, I see through their eyes. During my dream, I was looking through Psyche’s eyes, not Eros’. And the thing is, I have never made contact with her. So how was I seeing her past?
I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, turning on the faucet, I cup my hands under the water and splash my face. My mind can’t stop thinking about that dream and…him. I splash my face a couple more times, trying to not think about it. Duck trots into the bathroom, rubbing his body on my legs. He is like my emotional support animal. He always knows when I am upset. I look down at him and sigh.
“Duck, what is going on with me?” I ask him, knowing full well he can’t answer me. “Why am I getting her memories? I haven’t even looked into her eyes before.”Blood suddenly gushes from my nose. I grab a towel, holding it to my face as memories of something try to push through. I collapse into the wall, sliding to the floor. Duck runs around me anxiously as I try to collect my thoughts. Only one thing pops into my mind, tears streaming down my face. He will never love you.