((This chapter contains my own twist. Sorry for the shortness.))

That night, Psyche sat in her bed, her heart beating and her soul wailling. Her father had sent every suitor in her direction, yet he refused to let her marry someone she loved? Was it love? Could you love someone...oh. These questions have been pondered enough, and still she had no answer.

A bit past midnight, just as the moon began to reach it's full brightness, she heard her name being quietly called.

"Psyche? Psyche do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes I hear you!" She said, looking around for any sign of him. "Where are you? I can't see you."

"Of course." He replied, smiling to himself as he floated outside the window. "You've never seen me, and yet you still love me. I thank you."

She frowned. "Oh, I asked. Please, please forgive me. I begged him, I could've screamed...he...my father,"

"Said no? I expected so." Eros stood outside, his voice not as depressed as she would have hoped.

"What will we do?" She asked. "I would marry you if I could, if only we could escape. I would bring my clothes, heroically fight the guards by your side..."

"There's no need for that. Quickly, write a letter to your father. Tell him that you're off to...to..."

"To run away? Sweet mystery, tell me what it is you see in us. I love you, but eventually we must face eachother..."

"We'll speak of it later. Hurry, just write it down."

"Alright." Psyche smiled. Another wonderful attribute - cleverness.

She scribbled down a note and left it on her bed.

"Now what? How will we escape?"

"Tie a scrap of cloth over your eyes, and make sure you cannot see. Promise me that you cannot see."

Psyche did as she was told, completely comfortable with all that was happening. She trusted him explicitly. From there, she stood, unsure of what to do next.

"Now, I'm going to pick you up. Don't worry, okay? I'm just going to take you to my palace..."

She chuckled. "You couldn't possibly carry me down the stairs. Just let me walk, you can lead me by hand."

"No, no no. I will carry you. I couldn't ruin those pretty pair of feet." She laughed, and didn't move or object as he carried her in her arms. Off he went, gliding through the air while keeping a close eye on her handkerchief. The handkerchief that shielded her from the truth.

For close to an hour, she felt the gentle breeze and heard almost nothing. How could he walk so silently? Why could she hear the faint sound of the city as if it were far far away? "When will I be able to see your face?" She questioned. He didn't reply, but instead declared, "We're here." He let her go, and held both her shoulders. "I'll guide you to our room." He said. Our room. Their room. Hesitantly, she nodded and agreed. With awkward steps, she climbed a flight of stairs and walked on what she thought to be marble. Her steps echoed, and so she asked, "How large a palace do you have? My footsteps echo, I can feel how large it is here."

He shrugged. "You'll see soon enough." Once in the bedroom, he let go of her shoulders and closed the door. Psyche frowned. Why was he so mysterious? How long could she live like this? She thought of opening the door, but decided not to. She trusted him to lead her here, and he trusted her to stay inside.

For a moment, she merely stood in awe at the large room. It was adorned in gold, fine furniture, and a immaculately clean floor and bed. There was a large window behind the canopy bed, viewing what was the largest and most elaborate garden she'd ever set eyes on. There were fountains in every corner of the garden outside and blooming flowers curling all around. She was speechless. Perhaps he was a Prince.

Later on, there was a sharp knock on the door. She spun around from admiring a case of jewels that had lain neatly in the corner. "May I come in?" came a voice that did not belong to her mystery.
"Who is it?" She asked.

"A friend of..."

"Yes, come in." In came Aphrodite, disguised as a serving maid.

"Hello and good day. My lord bids you welcome to his palace." She gave a false grin. Ah, to see Psyche in person! The wretched pretty face who'd pulled her son in. "He wishes to know what kind of clothing you'd like. Color, size, dress design. Things like that. He apologizes for not being able to bring anything on your trip..."

"Oh, oh, I dont know. I really don't know. I used to have a personal seamstress..."

"I will beher, then. I've already made you some dresses that I hope you'd like." She opened a drawer filled with clothes, of which had been empty before.

Psyche blinked. She'd opened it up already...how did it get filled? It must have been the heat. "Oh, oh thank you. Yes, those are just fine. Perhaps I could go out and shop a bit later on for some cloth?" Aphrodite frowned.

"I don't think he'd permit you, my lady, to go out to the market. Much too many troubles could go wrong. Besides, we're quite a whiles from the city. I'll come back later to ask for your preferences on that." She smiled, and backed out. How could such a timid creature charm her son, a god's heart?

Once Aphrodite had left, a serving maid came in, and asked very similar questions. Although confused, Psyche said nothing of it. Perhaps there'd been confusion in the household.

"My lord is busy tonight, but he wishes you well. Come with me to the dining room where you will dine."

Once led to the large banquet room, Psyche sighed. Her life could never be like this. "Is he busy with these...affairs...often?"

"No, my lord is often home." Said the maid. She didn't actually know. She was hired not too long ago, with detailed instructions on how to answer these questions. She, too, had never met her lord. "He apologizes, my lady."

"It's alright."

That night, Psyche ate alone. Her meal began off well, but slowly, the taste began to fade. Nothing tasted the same without him. What a situation she was in! Hopefully, he would come back that night, and they could speak of all of this.

((Gah. Review please. I know it's a bit uneventful...sorry!))