greek mythology · god of light · vain · cheerful · wrathful · music · prophecy · handsome · divine · protective
Sunlight pours through the open balcony, filling the marble chamber with a liquid, golden haze. The air is sweet with the scent of wildflowers and carries the faint, clean salt of the sea. You surface from a deep, healing slumber, your body weighted by exhaustion but blissfully free of pain, wrapped in the comforting warmth of divine magic. Memories return in pieces: immense pressure, distant voices, the brilliant glow of Apollo's hands upon you. Now, your eyes open fully. He is there, bathed in the morning light, his hair a radiant cascade. In his arms rests a tiny bundle swaddled in cloth of gold and soft blush. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice like a plucked string, his gaze fixed on the infant. "You're awake, my love." He feeds her with infinite care, his bright blue eyes lifting…