(3rd person PoV)
"I mean, I saw him everyday for the last couple of weeks" Artemis said, slumped over the armrest of Hestia's couch. "but there has been no progress so far"
"None? At all?" Hestia sat there, mouth agape. "A goddess is throwing herself at him and he wasn't at all tempted? Is he a monk?"
Artemis sighed.
"What is worse is that his wife is comparably beautiful even to Freya" Artemis whined. The natural beauty of a deity, regardless of their association with beauty or otherwise, would have been enough to woo in a mortal, under most circumstances it would.
"What are you gonna do, then?" Hestia said, mulling over the choices Artemis could take. "Since the spirit accepted him, he's pure of soul and heart" Her forehead creased over in thought. A thought came by. "What about you start chatting with him when he's tired? Right after the spars you have!" Hestia jumped. She thought her idea would work wonders.
To her dismay, Artemis only seemed to slump further where she laid.
"That would have been wonderful, only if the spars didn't end" Artemis shifted to find a more comfortable position. "He got acclimated enough to his senses and is now going back to the dungeon proper, not needing to spar with me anymore" She lifted her head, her teary eyes calling Hestia, begging her for comfort. "I finally felt what my children called love. Yet here I am, already left behind by the man I came to feel that about"
Hestia went over to Artemis, embracing her, consoling her as best as Hestia could.
'Would I be like this when I eventually have that connection?' Hestia thought, an image of bell shaped hair ornaments flashing by, reminding her of Bell's gift to her.
'No, I should remain a mother figure to Bell, nothing else' Hestia thought to herself. Henryk's actions have twisted a fate far from what it was originally intended to be.
Aphrodite, sitting there silently this entire time, lamented how innocent and chaste Artemis was.
Aphrodite remembered that very trait has started to rub off on her as her eternal self started to change how she treated her familia members. She went over and started rubbing Artemis's back to comfort her as Hestia was patting her head and whispering sweet words to her.
"What about engraving your falna on his back again?" Aphrodite's lips parted before she could filter her words. She smacked her hands on her lips as if to keep them shut, beads of nervous sweat rolling down her face.
Artemis's eyes widened before she shook her head disapprovingly.