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“I'm not hungry,” I snap.
Apollo punches the wall directly above my head. The wall cracks from the heavy impact. Dust and dead vines rain around my head.
He wants me to be scared of him, but I can’t get over my anger at him instead.
Tightening my jaw, I stare back at the monster of the man in front of me whose eyes are filled with death and destruction.
I may be terrified, but I'll not give him the satisfaction of me being some fainting mortal maiden.
No matter how scared I am, I'll not let him know.
Smacking the wall once more, his fist strikes inches from my right ear. My eyes remain steady, unphased. Even if my heart is thundering in my ears. Scowling he stares at me. Eyes full of venom. “Fine," Apollo snaps.
Turning on his heel, the god strides away from me as his toga flutters from the movement.
Without so much as another look, he exits my new prison.
Slamming the door behind him, I can hear Apollo’s booming voice through the door. “Stand guard in her room. Either she feasts with me, or she eats gruel.”
Apollo was hardly down the hallway before another person entered my room.
From the looks of the stern woman, she was a palace guard. Her face is as serious as it was unreadable. Eyes watchful, taking in the entire room.
The guard watches me from the entrance of my room with crossed arms. The condescending look on her face said it all. She didn’t want to be here as much as I wanted to be babysat.
The silence makes my skin crawl. Growing up in my home, there was never quiet. Even at night people were on the streets. Trotting along on horse, driving their wagons, and being generally loud. Here was the opposite. These rooms are as silent as I imagine the realms of Hades.
Not even the hearth crackles.
No one dares make a sound or the Lord of Caelum will have words with them.
Though I'm not sure what would be worse, I don’t doubt Apollo’s creativity with punishments.
The halls and my rooms were beautiful. Painted marble columns held up the tall ceilings. Plants and hanging wall decorations wherever they could. No expenses were spared at any point with this. From the gold adorning the fireplace, the tops of columns and even the crown molding of my room. Well, rooms. Honestly, it’s better described as a suite. These rooms could have fit two or three of my townhomes in them.
There was a sitting room, a dining nook, a dressing area, a bathroom, a patio, and a separate bedroom. Though the furniture fits me, the ceilings and doorways made it feel like they were designed for giants.
The room felt so daunting.
Especially when it’s me living here.
All to myself.
For the first time ever.
“So…” Scrambling, I try to find words to make conversation with the guard. “What’s your name?”
The woman rolled her head in my direction. Although, I doubt that she ever lost sight of me. “What’s it to you?”
Rude.
Do gods hate people with violet eyes as much as those in the mortal lands?
Did I do something to offend her?
Her glare makes me wonder if my very presence bothers her.
Well, I hate to break it to you but I didn’t choose to come here. Your ruler in all of his arrogance drug me here.
