Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

Coincidentally, I was standing against the wall at the part where the painting of me holding a daffodil in my hand. 


Dionysus kept his intense gaze in my direction and slowly raised his hand, which made me wonder if he was going to touch me. 


I rolled my eyes and followed the movement of his hand as he clutched the ladder that was shaking slightly from the kid's movements and leaned to the right. That was when I understood the mixed emotions filled in his green eyes. 


He couldn't help but worry and feel anxious about the kid working dangerously on her painting, even though he knew she was fully immersed in her work. 


When the ladder regained its balance, the kid looked down with a big smile on her face.


While I widened my eyes at the way the kid addressed him, Dionysus added, “Deimos said to call you out as he finished his meals. He said you have archery class today. Did you forget it?” 


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