"That's it, Alessia, forget about Zagreus, forget about being a mortal; I can make you a goddess that will live for eternity." Cronus nibbles on her ear.
Alessia felt her body trembling as she lay beneath him, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She fought to find the strength to push past whatever spell he had cast upon them.
As Cronus moved above Alessia, his face softened—almost tenderly now—compared to his regular menacing expression. He reached down and brushed away the stray lock of hair that had fallen across her forehead before leaning forward and kissing it gently. "You don't have to be afraid," he murmured against her skin, "You'll be a queen and out of harm's way. You can raise your baby without worry."
Alessia felt her gaze soften as she looked up into his eyes. The warmth of his touch had a calming effect on her, and at that moment, she knew he was right; there were no obstacles or worries ahead—only possibilities.
