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[ The room is pink. Pink, gold, and are those fluffy, clever bunnies-the-size-of-imps running around adjusting the statues? Might be. ]

Hey! Goddess of Love speaking! Pay attention. [ She's curvaceous, tall, and dressed in enough chiffon that you'd think physics would keep her covered up, and yet. ] Hi-iiii. My name is Aphrodite, you might know me by a bunch of other things.

Obviously this place is like Ares's wet dream with all the war biz going on, but that's not my jam. Love would be the name of my game. Problem is, I don't have anywhere for mortals to leave messages for me when I'm busy and I am so not answering calls for help on this locket indefinitely because, uh, I have a life, so here's the deal; build me a temple near the edge of Dorchadas and I'll give you a freebie. That babe you've had your eye on? I'll make them fall in love with you! Are you ugly as a toad? I'll give you a permanent make-over! This is a one-time thing because I'm feeling generous ... and clearly don't have any offerings coming in, ugh. Speaking of, if you want to leave cute shoes as a gift, I'm a size six.

So yeah! Get in touch.

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I'm off the clock, but what the Tartarus! Sure, go ahead. [ Chinning a hand just for her, she gets comfy reclining on a chaise longue. ] If I can help you, I'll give it my best shot.

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( It does not occur to Elizabeth that for reasons other than this being the goddess of Love, Aphrodite is probably the best person to discuss this matter with in its entirety anyway. Because who else would understand falling in love with someone you're related to? Not many. )

Once again, I thank you, Your Grace. ( She takes a steadying breath, because the first part will be the hardest to speak of. And the most shameful. ) I was born a princess of England, and as a child I was betrothed to this noble or that prince often by my father. In the end, the most lasting betrothal he had arranged for me was reneged upon before he perished. After that, my Uncle, his brother took the throne.

( She goes on to explain how her mother had betrothed her to Henry Tudor without Richard's consent, and how he had rendered her and all of her siblings bastards. Finally, she takes a breath and goes on: )

—and so thus, I was summoned to court, where he purposefully romanced me beneath the nose of his own wife. At the time, I thought myself in love with him, and that he felt the same for me. he told me things, like that he would put his wife aside and wed me, instead. She died before that might ever have happened. After that, he sent me away. But after being confronted by the shrewish mother of that odious man Mother had betrothed me to, I went to him.

It was the eve of battle, the one which would decide all. I told him, that it was said he was merely using me, merely pretending to care for me. But he assured me that was false. I believed him. And then, I gave him my virtue.

( She sighs, glancing away. ) He lost the battle. All of his false promises were for naught. I was devastated, and mourned him as if he'd been my husband. But.. then I arrived here. I have met someone, who makes me feel things that I have never felt before. Light and happy, and safe.

I am confused, as to whether or not I loved my Uncle at all. And what I feel for this man who seems to care for me now truly is. I was such a child, naive and innocent with Richard. I knew nothing. It seems that may yet be the case, because I do not know what I am doing. Or what I should do. He is special, and I wish to make him happy.

I know not if I can. Or if he would want me, given that I have given away my virtue so carelessly. ( She gives a soft, wry smile. ) I feel very much the fool, all things considered. What are your thoughts on this matter, Your Grace?