King of Gods and Whole Family’s Regret After I Died
Belen
I had seven days left to live.
My father was the God of War. My mother was the Goddess of the Harvest.
I was born with divine power running through my veins, and like all gods, I should have lived forever. But I'd been poisoned by Godsbane, a plant so deadly that even the Healer had no cure.
I forced myself back to the temple through the pain, one step at a time.
That was when my husband Caelum, the King of the Gods, came home.
His expression was grave. "Lyra," he said, "your sister Selene has collapsed. Her divine blood is completely spent. The Healer says she won't survive the month. The only way to save her is for someone who shares her bloodline to give her half their divine blood."
"You're twins. Your blood is perfectly matched." He paused. "Would you reconsider donating half of yours?"
"I know it's a lot to ask." He hesitated, then reached into his robe and placed a divine decree on the table before me. It called for the revocation of my title as Queen. "But if you won't save Selene, I'll have to honor her last wish. She says she wants to marry me before she dies."
I looked at the decree for a long moment.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice softening as he took my hand. "Once this is over, I'll burn it myself and marry you again as my Queen. Lyra, you know you're the only one for me."
I looked at him trying so carefully not to push too hard, and something hollow settled in my chest.
He wasn't the only one. Even my parents, when I'd refused before, had turned cold and driven me from our home: "If you'd rather watch your sister die than help her, then get out. Don't ever come back."
If that was what they all wanted, fine.
I had seven days left anyway.
"All right," I said. "I'll give her the blood."
My father and mother were pleased. They said I'd finally come to my senses.
I finally became the Queen they'd always wanted me to be. A good daughter.
But when I died, why did they all cry?