Marrying the Moon Goddess

6. Selene POV

I move a few steps to get a closer look at my aunts' portrait, glancing through it as if I might forget it if I shut my eyes.

"These are," I say, pointing to "Queen Emilia," "Queen Emily," and then, excitedly, "Queen Emmy!" as I move my finger to the middle of the three of them.

My aunts, the sisters of fate, cannot change their human features while they are up in the moon realm the way my parents can once they are on Earth, but they have told me that Emilia's appearance is exactly the same as all three of them. I turned to face Enzo, who was grinning proudly at what I had said.

As I continued to listen to Enzo explain how he had arrived at this estate, I turned back to look at their picture.

What can I tell you, though, since you do not already know my little Princess? We all grew up together, but it was not until I reached adulthood that I realized these stunning women—with whom I had struggled to maintain self-control ever since we were kids—were destined for me.

He proudly declared, sounding a lot like my brother Leroy, that orange jam is by far his favorite dessert.

"We did not have the best of starts, mind you, but when we connected, they took my heart and made it their own. I loved them as I do now, they are my everything."

My uncle walked beside me wearing a sorrowful expression and his words made me turn to hear what more he had to tell me.

"We had our first together, but just as your mother married someone else, so did we. My fault was not realizing they still loved me, and my rage affected how I saw them."

His eyes went glassy and he sighed heavily. I had no idea that Enzo was in pain because he always seemed to be in such a good mood and was grinning broadly at everyone.

"I began to consider ways to give my first wife the freedom of a better life the day she announced she was expecting a puppy from her fated mate who was not me, because I knew all too well what this life could be for her as it did for Louise."

My mother's story was similar to Enzo's. To send them on their destined mates, they had married various people.

"I had Leonidas visit my estate back then, and when I told him about my decision, he was the only one who asked me to sit down. We talked about this theory, and then it turned into a conversation about different ways to speak to all four of them, until he asked me if I really wanted this." "I wrote a letter to start building my confidence in creating an alliance with your mother."

To add, Enzo reached out and placed his hand on top of their hands, which were resting atop a crown.

"Your father was the only one who really questioned me about the silly things I was doing, but he knew that if I made that decision out of anger at the time, who was to say that I would not make the same decision later on?"

I took in what he had said, and he smiled pitifully at me. As Enzo glanced back up at the picture of his wives, a sparkle appeared in his eyes.

Emmy has stated that the time is getting closer, but I do not feel like I have had enough time to agree with her or any of them just yet. After seeing their picture, though, I am beginning to believe she is correct. "One day I will be with them, but that day will be when I have proven myself worthy of being by their side."

He gave me a more somber look, which made me realize how serious his current situation was and in some ways made me wonder more.

"Uncle, why did you decide to be with them above, instead of here on Earth?"

I asked him honestly, full of curiosity and hope. He walked over to hold my hands together and exhaled as he spoke.

"Although I did not choose this, I did have the option to uphold it. I did terrible harm to my wives, abandoning them to become pregnant by your husbands and marrying a man of their choosing rather than standing up for them."

As I heard what he had to say, tears began to well up in my eyes. He had left my aunts because he was angry, but why? What might be the cause of his behavior?

"Uncle, what had enraged you so much to do that?"

As he said it, he kissed my knuckles.

"They were not trying to be friends with Leonidas and Louise during their war; they just wanted to be my wives. It was a pitiful response on my part, one that I still regret today."

Undoubtedly, the explanation was absurd; uncle Enzo, for all his devotion, diligence, and great sense of humor, was not without his faults, and overreacting was most likely one of them.

My uncle, who was glaring at me, laughed as his sense of humor took over. I was still irritated by his explanations because, let us face it, he can be such a child at times.

PING PING DING PING

A guard opened the front door, and a sound came from it. I could not see who it was, but I could hear a woman talking nicely and a child playing with someone, possibly a doll. The conversation did not last long because she kept asking to give me something.

Who had been searching for me?

I started to move in his direction to claim whatever was left on my name as the guard must have taken it and shut the door behind him.

I opened the paper he was holding and read what was written, having spied on him.

"Lady Selene,"

If this letter finds its way to you, kindly destroy it without a trace. My name is Endymion, and I work a variety of jobs to support my parents because I am not married. We met this morning in the chapel of our gods.

I want to see you again so I can give you a dagger, but I can not seem to figure out what kind of gift you like to receive, so I am working on weapons and armor for your family for the next three months.

Kindly respond to this letter as soon as you can.

- Endy

The words he wrote in that letter made my heart skip a beat. He wanted to give me a dagger and was working as a blacksmith to complete a task for my parents.

I had never had a stranger make a gift for me right after we met, so it was inevitable that I would smile as these feelings of happiness increased.

Should I have pursued this? How would my parents respond? Shall I burn it?

He did ask me to, but I should write to him again if I do. I saw my uncle approach me and wanted to know what this man wanted, so I hurried to the kitchen, where the cauldron's fire was perfect.

I threw the letter into the flames, instantly burning it. My uncle arrived not to far from me and saw what I had done to late, I knew he would ask me what that letter contained or asked my aunt Emmy of the matter, but all I could think about was how would I start my letter.

Should I visit him in person or order a Vargs to send him my letter?

Thinking on this I heard my father speak.