I Was Reborn and Refused the Sun God’s Heir
"Careful, my lord. If she cannot stand one Nymph before the wedding, what will she do when you take lovers after it? Turn the whole palace into a garden of graves?"
Apollo leaned closer, his voice low and smug. "Zeus will announce us tonight. If you still want the sun's crown, learn when to bow."
Before I could answer, the steward struck his staff against the marble. "His Majesty calls the heirs forward."
The doors to the upper dais opened.
Zeus descended in a mantle of storm-gray silk, white hair bright beneath the crown of eagles. The hall and terrace fell silent. Behind him came the six heirs, Apollo in gold, the others in polished white, and Cassian last in black and silver.
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