XIV. failed in becoming a god

He is in a blind rage of betrayal, his vision overtaken by black and red as the snow falls upon him. How dare she desire the love of this boy? How dare she? He paces in frustration at how ungrateful she is. Do his gifts to her mean nothing?

"Order your fine horses," he mutters through bitterly clenched teeth. He does not understand. What has this young dandy ever done for her? Is she that easily swayed by wealth and a handsome face? No, he does not understand. He cannot.


Review Responses:

DreaminofLorien: Thanks for another lovely review! Now, Emily my dear, why exactly is it that with all this great insight you offer you do not write PotO fanfiction? I wish you would... (wink wink hint hint)