Eros’ heartfelt speech, paired with that god-tier face that chard even divine beings, was the kind of combination that could instantly lt the heart of any unmarried girl, make her fall into his arms and bare her soul to him without a second thought.
But "Hebe" wasn’t one of those girls. She wasn’t so innocent maiden anymore, and she definitely wasn’t unmarried. That kind of smooth talk had little to no effect on her.
Sweet words alone? Please. What did he think she was, a child?
The only reason she was even slightly moved was because of that so-called "prophecy." Nothing more.
With an air of disdain, she yanked her hand out of Eros’ grip and rubbed it firmly against her robe as if trying to wipe off sothing unpleasant.
"You sure know how to talk," she said coldly. "But save that for Amphitrite. If you’re so determined to do this, go ahead. Why even ask ? I’m just a powerless decorative goddess, rember?"
Only now did Hebe rember she was supposed to be pretending to be soone else and patched her cover identity mid-sentence.
"You’re a goddess, I’m a mortal," Eros shrugged, playing along. "And if I don’t ask you, who should I ask, Amphitrite?"
He spread his arms helplessly. Oceanus had already sent Styx and Perseis away. There was no one left for him to strategize with. So of course, he turned to Hebe for advice and, well, maybe a little bit of flirting on the side.
Oh, Hera. So you wanna make things hard for ?
Fine. I’ll seduce your daughter, park my chariot of ghost-fire at Olympus’ gate, and make you regret ever ssing with .
Unfortunately for him, Hebe wasn’t so easily swayed. She was clearly on guard and refused to take the bait.
Still, she seed mildly satisfied, crossing her fair legs with a smirk. That last sentence of his was a bit more pleasant to hear.
Besides, watching Eros get on Poseidon’s bad side wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for her. Helping him just a little might not hurt.
After a quick calculation in her head, Hebe finally relented.
"If you really want to stop this from happening, then the key lies with Poseidon," she said firmly.
"He has to marry a Sea Queen. If you don’t want that to be Amphitrite, then find soone else to take the role."
Eros imdiately shook his head in protest.
"There’s no way I’m doing that," he muttered. "Knowing how much of a hound that guy is, I’d be handing a beauty over to... ugh."
He trailed off mid-sentence, suddenly struck by a new idea.
If he couldn’t bear giving Poseidon a beautiful goddess, what about an unattractive one? Or maybe soone with unique tastes who actually matched Poseidon’s interests?
A bold plan slowly ford in Eros’ mind, but it wasn’t ti to share it just yet.
"What is it? What are you smiling about?" Hebe looked at him suspiciously, confused by his sudden grin.
"Oh, it’s nothing. I just figured out what I need to do," he said mysteriously, leaving it at that.
Now all that was left was to rest up and prepare a special little gift for our dear Sea King.
Seeing him clam up all of a sudden, Hebe actually felt a bit annoyed.
He was the one who asked for her opinion, and now he was acting all cryptic?
This mortal is infuriating!
If she’d co here as Ares, Eros wouldn’t have dared act like such a pain.
Crossing her arms and turning away, Hebe decided to ignore him altogether.
Fortunately, a few monts later, the awkward atmosphere was broken by Amphitrite, who had finally cald herself and returned.
"Eros, how do I look?"
She stood shyly before him, nervously tugging at the hem of her dress.
Her gown shimred like stardust scattered across the sea at night, hugging her petite fra in all the right ways. Between the glimring pearls and the iridescent scales on her cheeks, Amphitrite looked like a treasure handwoven from the ocean itself.
"You look beautiful," Eros said honestly.
To be fair, this was a whole new level.
Tight corset gowns usually looked best on voluptuous won like Perseis, or so Eros had always assud. But seeing soone as dainty as Amphitrite wearing one, it gave off a unique kind of charm.
Maybe he should spend more ti exchanging wardrobe ideas with her in the future.
Blushing with delight from his complint, Amphitrite smiled, shy and radiant.
The nymphs brought out all kinds of delicacies from the deep sea, strange yet flavorful seafood prepared with simple but distinct thods.
Still, Eros wasn’t focused on the food at all. His attention never strayed from Amphitrite.
Watching those two off in their own little world, Hebe clicked her tongue and looked away, unimpressed.
Certified silver bug. Just like Zeus.
The only difference was that Eros had more patience. Zeus would’ve already started creating new life by now.
After all, reproduction and childbirth were the main thes of the divine world. Many gods were extrely devoted to it.
They’d mix their divinity with one another, giving rise to entirely new gods.
Of course, soone like Zeus still liked to engage in... "extracurricular activities," even when reproduction wasn’t the goal.
Hebe watched Eros out of the corner of her eye as he flirted shalessly, making Amphitrite giggle and pout in turns.
A strange déjà vu washed over her.
For a brief mont, it felt like the one sitting there wasn’t Eros, but soone else entirely.
But she quickly shook her head to chase away the thought.
They did look a bit similar, but people like them usually repelled each other.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it just be two perverts colliding and hitting it off?
The evening al ca to a slow end, Hebe quietly observing, Eros firing on all romantic cylinders.
After dinner, Amphitrite arranged for so nymphs to escort Hebe to her room.
Without a party or banquet, Greek nights weren’t particularly exciting.
But the mont Eros noticed all the nymphs had left with Hebe, he started feeling... off.
"Eros," Amphitrite said softly beside him, her cheeks flushed from honeywine, "I think... my palace isn’t that big. There might not be enough rooms. So you might have to..."
Her finger twirled playfully as she spoke, eyes glimring with mischief.
Nope. Sothing was definitely off.
Like, nine-out-of-ten-levels-of-trouble off.
Ever since she changed clothes, Amphitrite had been acting strange.
Eros instantly went on high alert.
Was this that thing people called "harmless on the surface, carnivore underneath"?
But seriously, wasn’t that excuse a little too flimsy?
She wants to sleep with ? No, she’s clearly the one tying a ribbon around herself and jumping into the wolf’s den.
Amphitrite seed to realize her excuse was too weak. Her face flushed even deeper as she took Eros’ hand.
"Well... actually, I’ve been thinking about this whole Sea Queen thing..."
She leaned in close, whispered into his ear, and mustered every last drop of courage to say.
"If I got pregnant... then I wouldn’t be able to marry anyone else, right? So... Eros, could you maybe... guide ?"
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