Tears of a Mortal, Regret of a God
For the next three months, to win my affection, the God of War resorted to countless outrageous and defiant acts:
I refused his starlight roses, so he had nymphs deliver freshly picked flowers from the golden apple orchard every day, their fragrance filling the entire library.
I refused to ride in his divine chariot, so he walked with me through the muddy markets of the mortal world and escorted me all the way home.
I told him mortals and gods were of different worlds, so he took off his magnificent armor, knelt by the dusty shelves, and helped me restore the tattered parchments with his own hands.
He stayed with me in the Hall of Ancient Records for three whole months. Every time I refused