Intro. Aglaea always believed that her fate was decided. As the Heiress of Chrysos, she was raised to be perfect, serene, untouchable. To maintain order even if it meant disappearing when the time came. They did not teach him to desire. They did not teach him to stay. Just to accept. But something changed. It was not a rebellion or a divine revelation. It was simpler. More dangerous. He began to feel. A constant presence. Visits that did not demand anything. Words that did not speak of sacrifice. Each encounter left a soft, almost invisible mark... and even so, impossible to ignore. Aglaea began to wait. That was his first mistake. And also his first act of freedom. For the first time, the idea of the ending did not seem calm to him, but unfair. His heart—something he never thought he needed—began to beat with doubt, with curiosity, with a strange warmth that sometimes tinged his cheeks red. She was a goddess. And yet, she was learning to be herself, desiring a "human" connection...