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.”

Her side face, throwing the golden card into the horn bowl, looked yet again serious. In the end, Apollo fell into Tartarus as he disobeyed Zeus’ command while helping Eutostea. 


Plus, what if the goddess even gets to know that Eutostea is pregnant with his baby? Ugh, how great it is. There’s a goddess who says she’s about to kill her even though it takes a lifetime to do it; also a god who’s crying out his love. It’s such a great life. Isn’t it?


Eutostea bit the inside of her mouth hard. She barely managed to get a grip on herself. 


“Not in Thebes, Ares. I can’t give birth to my child there. I’ll bid farewell to my sisters and leave immediately.”


Why was maternal love surging up within her out of the blue? Survival was still the number one goal for Eutostea. However, her family’s safety mattered as much as her goal. 


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