As the night wore on and the feast reached its c****x, I felt a pang of longing—a fleeting human emotion that stirred within me. Damon, the cursed king who had unwittingly played a role in my return, now believed me to be the mortal woman he once knew as Ava.
What a pity, indeed.
Despite my newfound power and divine form, I was bound by the constraints of mortal perception. To Damon, I was merely a woman—a woman he had loved and lost, a woman he now sought to protect and cherish once more.
I sighed softly, the weight of my immortal existence settling upon me. The dawn goddess who had once commanded the heavens now found herself ensnared by the complexities of mortal emotions and relationships.
But duty called, and I could not ignore the threads of fate that bound me to Damon's side. As
