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I feel my tension shatter, blending into a sweet bliss. Relief paces through my bones as Apollo tenses and begins to cum.
Pressing his head into my forehead, a smug grin creeps on to his face. “You're perfect, thank you for being my little sunflower.”
Grinning wide, I curl into him. “Ready to retire early for the evening? Would you be in the mood for some evening cuddles?”
Apollo kisses my temple before replying, “I would like nothing more.
Standing up, I wobble slightly. Though this was much less forceful than last time, my legs were exhausted.
Taking a couple of moments to right our clothes, Apollo and I walk out of the throne room arm in arm.
As we exit, the guards avert their eyes. Praying to not catch the attention of the god at my side.
Taking the central staircase, I follow Apollo to his rooms.
That evening we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Apollo’s hands playing with my hair as I get ready to sleep.
Me, in a set of Apollo’s clothes. A loose pair of pants and a large shirt. Neither made me look attractive or complimented my figure but the sun god didn’t care.
His hands fixed to my waist. Pulling me close to him. Like I may still disappear while he rests his eyes.
Bunking with Apollo was more comfortable than I expected. He and I fell into our new habits quickly. Each morning, the Sun God would get dressed and give me a few more minutes to wake up. Then he and I would start our day.
I’d go to court with him.
Sit in his office with him.
I loved it.
So much so that when Apollo finally fixed my room with a bit of magic, I continued to show up to his room each night. Though that was for many reasons. I loved his companionship but also, I couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in my room. Not after everything. Now I use it as a glorified closet.
When I wasn’t with Apollo, I was with Artemis. In her rooms, she and I would chatter, read and be together.
“Any updates on Uncle Ov?” Turning to Artemis who’s currently reading a novel.
She shakes her head. “Nothing. We sent out trackers to hunt down Uncle’s whereabouts but with no success. Not a trace. Like someone irised him out but we’ve wards against that.”
“That and his utterly destroyed room,” I added. “And mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I'm happy you weren’t harmed. It was a good thing that you weren’t in your quarters that night. Otherwise, you could’ve been like him and vanished from thin air.”
“... Or worse.” Recalling the blood on the sheets, I cringe. If the deep gouges were any indicator, they weren’t looking to make friends. I wouldn’t have made it. “Are there any updates on the culprits?”
Artemis shrugged. “Random groups having been ‘taking responsibility for the attack.’” She wraps her words in finger air quotes. “But none that we’ve been able to validate as a credible source for the hit.”
I toss myself onto the chaise which is beside her. Allowing myself to sink into the velvety folds of the soft chair.
My mind returns to the thought of Ov and all the mysteries which surround him. “Do you think Uncle Ov left intentionally? Like on his own accord?”
Artemis quirks her eyebrow in my direction. “That doesn’t sound like Ov.”
“How long have you known him?” It felt silly to ask how long someone knew a family member, but I asked anyway. “What’s your earliest memory with him?”
Cocking her head to the side, Artemis raises a questioning eyebrow.
“All of my life,” she scoffs. “My earliest memory of him would have been the day he came to the palace after mom was injured.”
All her life? Yet her first memory was when was injured. Her injury took place around the time of the time of the coup and the power wars that followed.
