He did not come back the following night, however. She stayed quite alone in that mansion for a week. Within this week, she explored the beauty within the property. The garden remained gorgeous, although she never saw anyone water the plants, and the palace remained spotless, while she never spied anyone else than 4 servants. Perhaps they clean it at night, she thought.

One day, he came back. She awoke to find the place next to her bed wrinkled. Placing a hand on the other side, she felt it's warmth. Had he come back and not told her? How strange.

As her servant came in with Breakfast, Psyche mused, "I wonder if my lord still knows the sound of my voice. We haven't spoken in over a week." She poked at her food with disdain. "I've not had a single soul to speak to but you. I never thought I would say this, but I think I miss my dear sisters." She looked up. The servant merely gave her a warm smile.

At dinner, she found herself eating with him. He had appeared from no where, it seemed. Silently, he had entered the room. She only knew he was there because of the clattering fork.

"How long have you been there?" She questioned, squinting at the shadowy figure accross the room. The fireplace was not bright enough to spread light to accross the room, for the table was quite long.

"I must apologize." He said, sadly. "I had important bussiness to attend to, but I promise you, I stay here now."

Psyche frowned. "It would've been nice of you to tell me, you know, when you might come back. You steal me from my castle only to leave me here quite alone."

She heard him sigh.

"I could not avoid it, Psyche..."

"Could you at least have told me something about your where abouts? Well, while we're at that, how about a name? It's only now that I've come to truly realize - I know nothing about you!"

"You know plenty of me...Psyche, you're irritated, please..."

"No! I know your favorite season, I know your laugh, yes, but I know not your name. I know not your face, your family. I know nothing. Please, please tell me who you are. Show yourself. I would never judge you for your face, I know you too well for that."

Eros shook his head.

"Not yet. Please, don't question this, I know how much you must miss your family."

"My father, no, but my sisters...I think I just might." Psyche let the topic go. It was no point to argue. In a sense, she was a prisoner, there truly was no escape now. She'd given her heart to a faceless, nameless man.

"If you'd like, we can have them over. Is that alright? Perhaps I can bring them in tommorrow."

"Kidnap them, you mean? Whisk them away? I have two sisters, I don't think you can carry them."

"Don't worry, I'll find a way." Behind the shadows, he gave a little smile.

Aphrodite, unseen by both, stood silently in the corner.

These sisters sound like an oppurtunity, she thought.