Tears of a Mortal, Regret of a God

Summary

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal.

But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine.

For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights.

Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you."

The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir.

After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer."