A/N: Thanks for the support you guys showed me in the last chapter. So here's another one.


Four knew that despite his warning, Zeke was prone to get into some kind of trouble, no matter what.

The close proximity of all the young gods, goddesses, and nymphs made him feel suffocated. He absolutely loathed small spaces, and these people had no qualms about get into his personal space.

Time to drown the discomfort in ambrosia.

So he made a beeline for the drinks. He picked up a bottle full of the honey-golden colored drink, intending to celebrate his lonely life, even with Zeke's occasional presence, which was not fulfilling. He turned around looking for any familiar face in this damn crowd, landing on a goddess, when his breath was caught in his throat.

She was beautiful – no, that word was still too small to describe her.

Wherever he had ever gone, his presence was not taken very positively – understandable since he was the God of Death and all. She on the other hand, radiated pure life, her bright smile filled with so much life, it could awaken the dead.

Awaken his dead life.

She was very much oblivious to his stare – a small part of him which was irritated, demanded that she pay attention to him. She was talking to another goddess, laughing, and Four swears he had never heard such a beautiful sound in eons.

Four was stunned at these new feelings. He had never felt such passionate feelings for another, and now he had no idea what to do with them. This woman was everything he needed in his life. He wanted to run his hand through her silky blonde hair. He wanted to kiss those petal-soft lips, know what they taste like. He wanted to kiss every inch of her pale, creamy skin night after night. He wanted those bright blue eyes of hers to look at him with all the love in this universe.

To sum it all up, he was totally and utterly screwed.

The only problem was that he didn't actually know who she was. He had isolated himself from most of the people, so he wasn't exactly aware of who was who and who did what. It wasn't a necessity for him.

He so regrets that now.

Four felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned around and came face-to-face with a sheepish and mildly irritated looking Zeke. "Hey man, can you come with me, like, right now?"

Four hated that tone of the Wine God's voice.

Giving a curt nod, he followed Zeke into a relatively quiet place. Zeke burst out.

"Okay, I'm really, really sorry man! It was all Uri's fault! He got this new arrow thingy, and I told him to cut it, he didn't listen, and – "

"Whoa, Zeke, slow down! Breathe!" Zeke took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "Now, tell me what happened. What's this about Uriah?" A feeling in his gut told him it wasn't pleasant.

Zeke sighed. "Alright, I'll cut straight to the chase." He paused. "Uriah, got this new arrow, and he…uh, he…"

"'He' what Zeke?"

"He…shot it…at you. Don't get mad" Zeke squeaked.

Four felt as if he had been sucker punched to the face.

He had been shot at by one of Uriah's arrow, and now he was completely and utterly in love with the most beautiful goddess he had ever encountered. He knew of the incredible power of love Uriah possessed in those wretched arrows of his.

He really wanted to strangle Uriah right now.

Four sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "So, do you have any idea where he is right now?"

Zeke shook his head.

"Can you at least tell me who was that goddess I saw?" Four asked.

Zeke perked up. "It's Beatrice, Goddess of Spring." He informed. Well, that explained that flower crown and floral dress.

"Beatrice." Four repeated. He loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.

"Yeah, she's pretty cheery, but not quite. She's got quite a temper, that one." Zeke chuckled. A bit of amusement left his face. "Although, it would nearly impossible for you to court her right now."

Four's stomach churned uncomfortably. "What do you mean?"

Zeke frowned. "You know, her mother is Natalie, Goddess of the Harvest." Four nodded, knowing who she was. Natalie was one of his mother's friends. "And she doesn't allow any god to court her. Which is unfortunate, as I've heard that Beatrice wants to get married."

That didn't sound good. ""Not allowed to court her?" What do you mean by that?" He asked, incredulous. He didn't care if he sounded like a spoilt brat at this moment.

"Natalie's extremely possessive of her. So much so, she has put her into some form permanent house arrest. She hates it when any male attempts to even look at her. She only allows Andrew and Caleb to talk to her. She's lucky she was even allowed to come here, with supervision of course." He tells him.

Andrew was the God of the Seas, Natalie's husband and, and Caleb was the God of Messengers, her son.

Before Four could say something, a young centaur came trotting towards them. "Lord Marcus wishes to see you in his court, Lord Four."

Damn, Marcus found out. Now he was screwed.

He gave a curt nod. "I'll be there."


"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO LEAVE YOUR DUTIES IN THE UNDERWORLD?" Marcus shouted at his son. Lightning thundered and flashed in the court. Beside him, Evelyn rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I just needed a break from my duties. You know it's exhausting to work every single hour of my life." Four said defensively.

"Well, now you had your break. You can go back to fulfilling your duties now." Marcus declared, giving a dismissive shake of his hand.

"No."

Marcus stiffened at this declaration.

Had he really dared?

"No?" Marcus snarled.

"Not before I get something I want." Four clarified.

Evelyn shot her son a quizzical look, wondering what he needed if he has everything to sustain. "And, what is you want, son?" she asked softly.

"I want a wife." He declared.

Marcus scoffed. "That can be easily arranged. Now you can go back." He said impatiently, taking a sip of his ambrosia.

Four narrowed his eyes at his father. "I don't want just any woman." He said. "I want Beatrice."

The couple choked on their drinks.

"You and Beatrice? Impossible." Marcus huffed. "Natalie prizes her daughter too much to just give her away. She doesn't allow any mortal or immortal man to talk to her, let alone allow someone to court her. Pick someone else instead."

"I won't accept anyone except Beatrice." Four challenged.

Marcus sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. Evelyn shot her husband a dirty look before looking lovingly at her son.

"Beatrice would be the perfect bride for you, son." She smiled. "Natalie should realize that Beatrice is not hers to keep forever. She is all grown up, and she wants and deserves a husband who would love and cherish her forever."

Four smiled gratefully at his mother, glad to know her approval. "I'll do my best to make sure she does not regret me courting her."

Evelyn grinned. "I love Natalie like a sister, but she needs to learn how to share." She turned to her husband. "You can leave now, Marcus."

Marcus looked offended at that. "You can't do that!" he cried.

Evelyn scowled at her husband, which caused him to flinch. He burst into light, and vanished.

Evelyn sighed, and returned her attention to Four. Her dark eyes glinted with determination. "Two days from now, Natalie is going to leave for a Harvest festival. We need to take advantage of that." She began pacing in front of her son. "Beatrice is going to be alone at her house for the time being, while Andrew is under the ocean for some work, and Caleb has hardly seen his sister." Her pacing increases.

"So what should I do? Ask her to court her while everyone is away?"

She stops pacing. "You need to capture her and take her to your home at the best opportunity." She declared.

Four's breath hitched.

Did she really just suggest that?

"Are you out of your mind?" he seethes through clenched teeth.

Evelyn sighs. "Unfortunately, it's the best way to get her."

His face falls. "I know." he admits. "But kidnapping…"

"Look, Tobias." She speaks sternly. "We know it isn't the best way to get her. But do you think Natalie would let the King of the Underworld court her daughter, when she has chased away other potential suitors?"

He grimaced. He knew his mother was right. This was the only way to get her, no matter just how unruly it sounded.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Great!" She claps her hand enthusiastically. "It's a good thing she is not prettier than me, or else I would not have allowed her to live amongst us immortals, let alone let you court her." She says, making Four chuckle. She rubbed her hands together scheming.

"Okay, then here's what you should do…"


A/N: So, we will see Tris in the next chapter. And the drama begins...