I waited in my room all night, thinking. One way or another I was going to be forced into getting married to someone who only wants me for my beauty.

However, there were other things I thought of too. A rumour had spread quickly through the town concerning me and the Goddess of Love. How I wished it wasn't true, but people had begum to stupidly compare me to her. Saying how I, Psyche, am fairer than the Goddess herself.

This frightens me as I am well aware that Aphrodite has herself a temper, and I am sure to be gifted with curses.

I am usually spoken about like this, but now more people than ever are agreeing with it, and how I wish they wouldn't! For it will be me who is punished.

And punished I was.

Not three days later I had a visit from someone I had never met before, someone who I would never dream of meeting. I was up on one of the hills picking berries one day when a sudden wave of false sleep came upon me and I collapsed to the floor unconscious.

Not far off where I lay was Aphrodite's son, Eros. I didn't know this at the time, and so I continued to sleep quite soundly. He told me later that he had been sent from his envious mother to shoot with one of his famous arrows and make me fall in love with something hideous. However, quite shocked at my beauty he tripped, and he himself fell on the arrow he had assigned for me.

Falling instantly in love with me, he knew he could never harm me in any way. So, sitting beside me he dimmed the light of the moon and woke me, and I could not see his face.

"Who are you?" I whispered as he put a finger to my lips. Then, removing it he leant forward and kissed me, so passionately and tender that I felt I might collapse again into this stranger's arms.

"You do not know me," he said as he pulled me close and stroked my hair. "But I love you Psyche." I gasped at his touch and my eyes fluttered.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked. The stranger shook his head, and I could make out blonde hair that fell into his eyes like he was a strange dream.

"Your beautiful," I said my ignorance amusing. Eros, God of love, would have been beautiful.

"So are you," he whispered, "but you must never look at my face, or I shall be gone and our love will not be finished. I will disappear and we will never see each other again, an unrequited love for both of us."

"Love? You love me," I said.

"Yes, I love you. And you love me. We will stay here together, and you will be my Queen. But, sleep now, in my arms and let me hold you until you visit the land of dreams."

"Will you be here when I wake?" I asked.

"No, the light will be full then."

"Please don't leave me, my love," I cried, agonised by his answer like my heart was torn. The spell he cast on me was one that could never ever be broken.

"I will be here. I will be invisible. I will be the hands that clothe, fed you and love you. Trust me, my princess."

"I trust you with my life," my heart said.

"Then lie with me," he whispered in my ear. And lie with him I did, no force could have ever stopped me.