PART I
The grand hall of Olympus shimmered beneath divine light, pouring in through towering arched windows. Golden chandeliers bathed the chamber in a warm, celestial glow, while a gentle breeze stirred the leaves of potted laurels lining the marble walls.As the gathering dispersed, Libya passed by, casting a hopeful glance toward her husband, Poseidon. But he refused to meet her eyes—turning away as if she were no more than mist in his path. The dismissal struck her like a cold wave, leaving her heart heavy with hurt.
Not far off, Hestia stood alone in quiet contrast to the murmuring crowd. Clad in white, with posture poised and unwavering, she seemed untouched by the chaos of divine politics—an island of calm amidst the sea of conversation.
Across the chamber, POSEIDON exchanged words with Phanes, but his attention had already drifted. While he noticed his wife Libya leaving, his gaze settled on Hestia, inexplicably drawn to her presence — silent, steady, and beyond his reach.
To be continued...
PHANES
Our king is asking about Libya...I'm not sure what to tell him.
POSEIDON
(distracted)
My wife? What about her?
He steps away, weaving past the other gods. His expression unreadable.
Poseidon approaches slowly. Hestia doesn’t turn, but her shoulders tighten. She senses him.
POSEIDON
I just want to talk to you...
She remains still, her heart pounding.
He steps closer, his voice soft—manipulative.
POSEIDON
Now she turns to face him, firm and unyielding.
She shoves him back with both hands — not in fear, but in fury.
HESTIA
I know you too well. I belong to no one, so leave me alone!
Hestia approaches Zeus who sits on his high throne.
She lowers herself to one knee at the base of the dais.
ZEUS
Yes, Hestia?
HESTIA
My King, about our brother Poseidon...
She hesitated for a while, and then proceeded to talk.
HESTIA
He's been pestering me, but I vowed to remain pure. Please grant me this vow for eternity.
I humbly ask this of you and will forever be in your debt. That is all, my King...

I humbly ask this of you and will forever be in your debt. That is all, my King...

ZEUS
HESTIA
Thank you, my lord...
POSEIDON was watching from a distance. He heard her words.
The judgment hangs in the air like the ring of a distant bell.
The judgment hangs in the air like the ring of a distant bell.
He lowers his gaze. Not in shame — he isn’t ready for that — but in defeat.
Nestled deep within a mountainous grove, the cave where Poseidon keeps Aphrodite is hidden beneath a canopy of crimson and violet maple leaves, dusted with snow. The stone walls rise high and jagged, partially enclosing a serene, almost sacred space lit by soft golden torches.
At the center, a bed carved from polished stone is draped with furs and white linen, creating an unexpected comfort amid the cold. Cascading green vines fall like curtains from above, forming a natural veil of privacy and seclusion. Small flame-lit sconces dot the walls, their flickers reflecting in the snow-covered ground, casting a warm glow that contrasts the bitter chill outside.
Despite its isolation, the cave has a dreamlike quality — quiet, intimate, and hauntingly beautiful. Here, Aphrodite sits holding her child, Eros, the soft glow catching the gold of her sandals. Poseidon, draped in flowing white robes, arrives in silence, the weight of his loneliness heavy in the still air.
Frustrated and seething with unresolved anger, Poseidon goes to check on Aphrodite. He still hasn’t returned home to Libya — not since his bitter fight with her.
Though he knows she had every reason to be jealous, his pride remains too great to let him apologize or seek reconciliation.
But as the days stretch on, the god of the sea begins to feel the weight of solitude. Loneliness gnaws at him like a tide that never recedes.
Craving warmth and companionship, he finds himself drawn to Aphrodite’s presence more than ever. Aphrodite was likewise feeling lonely after leaving Ares behind.
POSEIDON
How are you and the baby?
Aphrodite is silent.
POSEIDON
Aphrodite tries to smile, but the weight behind her eyes betrays her.
The corners of her lips lift, but only for a moment—grief seeps through the cracks.
The corners of her lips lift, but only for a moment—grief seeps through the cracks.
APHRODITE
I just feel so lost and alone right now.
She rises quietly, gently setting Eros down on a bed of furs. A trembling breath escapes her before the tears do. Her sorrow is soft at first, then uncontainable.
Poseidon draws near. He holds her and pulls her closer, but with a warmth that blurs the line between comfort and desire. His lips find hers, slow and deliberate.
The kiss startles her; it's the first she's felt in what seems like an eternity.
For a moment, she pulls back—uncertain, breath caught in her throat.
But the ache of solitude, the longing for closeness, overwhelms her doubt.
She closes her eyes… and surrenders.