Psyche wore a black peasant dress that fell just above her knees and threw on a black cloak to hide her face to conceal her identity.
As she expertly climbed the castle walls to leave, she made sure to keep quiet as to not awaken any of the guards. If they were to find her escaping, she would be chained to her room. The king had forbidden his three daughters from leaving the confines of the kingdom as an attempt to keep their beauty pure. The three sisters who had previously been able to roam the kingdom were now kept in the dark with the exception of making marriage alliances.
Her eldest sister had been married off and her other sister’s marriage had already been fixed, but as the youngest Psyche’s hand was the next to be given away. Her beauty was known across the kingdoms and the talk of who would get to wed the rare beauty was growing despite the kingdom’s people not having seen her in recent years.
Psyche was stubborn and curious for a princess which led her to leaving the castle in order to roam the markets at night. It was her only salvage from the lack of liberation in her life.
As Psyche walked along the market with her head down, she witnessed the empty streets and the very few people who were left, closing their shops or attending their last customers.
Her hand went to trace an apple that sat on the stand. It stood out from the other dull apples that were marked with spots that indicated their decay. The apple was a bright red with a shiny surface that seemed natural. As she admired the apple, a hand clasped her tiny one. “You touch the apple, you buy it,” she heard the man speak.
She resisted from looking at the man in order to continue to conceal her face as his hand still held hers. “I apologize kind sir, but I haven’t got money with me at the moment, but I promise to bring you your money tomorrow.”
As he let go of her hand, she could hear the man’s footsteps approach her as he walked around the stand to stand in front of her. Her held her hand in a firmer grasp this time, slightly pulling her forward. “What guarantee do I have for that?” Before she could speak, his other arm circled her tiny waist and pulled her against him. “Maybe if I take something of yours, your debt will be paid.”
He moved his hand to untie the cloak that masked her identity. Despite her attempt to move his hand, he had succeeded in removing her cloak, leaving her in her black dress with her face exposed.
“Princess,” he whispered in excitement. I moved my eyes up as I glared at him, challenging him further. “You’ve definitely blossomed over the years,” he said as his gaze dropped over her bosoms. He began to trace a hand down her bare arm as he held tightly onto her upper arm. He held her tightly against him as she whimpered in fear, cowering back as his hand moved to squeeze her rear. She pushed harder after that, but nothing seemed to dislodge him.
As he leaned forward to kiss her, someone had pushed him off of her. She looked towards the older gentleman and bowed in gratitude. He simply nodded before chasing the man away.
An older woman approached my side. “Are you Princess Psyche?” I nodded. “You’ve grown to be so beautiful. I don’t even think the Gods have such beauty in heaven.” I blushed at her words.
News of the encounter had spread across the kingdom, which led to the king being pressured into showing the princesses to the kingdom once again. Despite the inhumanly beauty of all three of his daughters, Psyche’s beauty received the most praise.
At one point, everyone had begun to pray to Psyche and suffocated her with offerings of all sorts, abandoning their previous ways of bowing to Goddess Venus. The majority of people looked at Psyche with admiration, the younger men looked at her with lust, and the younger women looked at with her with jealousy, including her sisters.
When news of Psyche’s admiration reached the heavens, Venus had been furious. She had called her son Cupid in order to find a stop to the disrespect that had bestowed her.
“Cupid, my loving son, you wish you mother happiness, don’t you?” Cupid nodded. “Have you heard of a princess named Psyche?”
“I haven’t, mother. I have been busy with my training lately. Has another war begun on Earth?” Cupid’s training had been overwatched by Zeus himself, and over the last few weeks, his muscled body had grown to be even more impressive. He still towered over most of the Gods at 6 foot 5, and his looks had made him the desire of every woman.
His mother planned to use her son’s ignorance to her advantage. “She is a wretched woman on Earth who has swayed the people on Earth into worshipping her. In order to put a stop to her whims, you must make a true monster fall in love with her, so she is wed to the ugliest man the Earth has seen.”
Her son nodded dutifully before making his way to the kingdom.
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He had brought a troll with him from the underworld, sure to please his mother with his loyalty.
He teleported himself to the place of Psyche before bringing the troll in order to ensure she was alone. The strike of an arrow would only make the person fall for the first person they set sight on, so if there were others, the plan can go into flames.
As he was teleported into her bath area, he hid behind a pillar and witnessed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her eyes were the colour of a pool of honey, enchanting him further. Her soft lips were shaped like the bow strapped around his shoulders. He had never seen lips so pink and so innocent, yet so luscious that they made a God like Cupid weak. The long brown tresses of her hair, flowed in waves that the rivers would envy, falling below the line of the water. Her womanly curves were only covered by the thin white material that concealed the expanse of her bosom, but it was clear that she was well endowed in that area. Cupid ached to see further down, but the water had blocked his view.
Cupid stood there astonished as if he himself had been struck by an arrow. His heart beat faster for her and the hardness that developed between his legs was unmistakably a result of the beauty that clouded his vision.
He knew he would have to disobey his mother’s words for the first time.