The oracle had decided.
And though Psyche's father was inconsolable. Psyche was glad. At the very least the waiting was over. Whatever happened now, she would be married
..To a monster
Psyche squelches the thought. Married Married Married.. she hums in her head. That was enough.
That had to be enough for the likes of her. She had begun to understand the reason why suitors never dared to ask for her hand. She had angered the Goddess, Venus. Vain, proud, fierce and extremely, brilliantly beautiful, Venus. Who did not forgive and only rarely in the lifespan of a human, forgot.
Psyche was empathetic. She could understand this. Her sisters had always hated her for her beauty. Her father only pawned it around to attract prosperous Princes. Perhaps, perhaps maybe..the horrible monster would look past that beauty. Maybe. Maybe he would love her for what she truly was. Love her for her imperfect hearts smile rather than her rosy lips.
Psyche tried to hope.
But in the deepest and most hidden recesses of her heart, she remembers the shining young man with soft sapphire eyes. And downy, white blonde hair.
She cannot think of him anymore. Psyche has long convinced herself that the vision had been merely a dream. A selfish and foolish dream. It would not be permitted to happen in this life.
She was going to be married.
Her father and the procession left her on top of the Aegean cliff. The wind blows softly and she can smell the sea air.
She can see them on the bottom of the cliff, looking up at her. She thinks she can hear her sisters giggles. And maybe perhaps too late, feel her fathers worry. But then maybe she was just imagining things.
She had been a valuable asset.
Psyche looks out towards the sea. It was a little cloudy, but not too bad. A good day for a voyage. The wind was strong. Her robe billowed around her legs. Her hair flew, tangling behind her back. She thinks for a moment that maybe, perhaps, she can fly. And as she edges towards the cliff, she sees the vastness of the infinite sea and the distant rocks at the bottom.
The wind whispered in her ears. She can fly. She felt its power.
The procession below screamed as they saw their youngest Princess jump off the highest cliff in the land.
Psyche fell asleep to the whispers of the Zephyr, and the calming image of a beautiful, smiling, white blonde, young man. As Psyche plummeted into the wind and the soft calm, She felt that if she could only see him again then she would have no regrets.
Psyche was going to get a married. To a monster. A beautiful, monster. Who had never loved but wanted her just the same.
Thou cannot run from love.
Whether thou art God or mortal
The young maiden shall run towards love
and be thus rewarded full
On the day, of midsummer night
When the winds blow fierce
Thou shalt bring thy daughter without fight
to fates mysterious roll of dice
on the cliff of the Aegean
She shall be wed to a monster.
A/N: Well it moved a bit too fast for my liking. But finally we're getting to the good part eh? Review!