My Lover Is A Demigod

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Ever since I made the decision, I have felt anxiety eating at me from the inside. All I do is think, and after thinking, I think about everything I though

he idea to apply for a loan to start up a business as a jewelry seller. Initially, I had no hope for the loan because we are far from being noble. We are simply poor humans living in the kingdom. Yet everything took a surprising turn when he recei

zed that it was my father, barely able to walk as he leaped in pain. I ran to him when he dropped the bracelets on the floor. The sight was heartbreaking. My father's skin was covered with bruises and cuts, and a deep gash ran across his forehead as

sed his wounds, that I realized that he came with nothing but the clothes on his back. My heart felt stabbed

entenced to work in the palace fields for the rest of his life. My whole soul was wrecked for him as I thought about him spending the rest

I am kneeling on now to say

lp me relate in peace with everybody else. Give me the strength

ingdom, like most other kingdoms, is ruled by a demigod; our king, King Zao, is said to be the favorite son of the god Cre. I have never met a demigod. How would he look? All I've heard are stories of h

g I have to slowly because I want more time in my space. This place holds memories of everything I hold dear, especially my mother. It was in this room that my mother braided my hair and told me tales about our gods, demigods,

rd my father

e comb in my bag with all the other things I'm tak

to say. He wants to say how much he is sorry and how all he wanted was to give me a better life. I know all of these already, so I give him a smile,

ou." I embrace him tighter. "I love you too, father," I say. From

ut saying goodbye to us?" Mina asks

to leave without them; it seemed easier to leave without seeing them, but seeing them here, I'm grateful they surprised me. I pull out of her hug as I'm about to get emotional. I

like they were doing it for me. I am doing the same for them. "Good bye," I say to them. Father nods, but Has

ve to do that for me," I say, even if I really di

e takes the bag from me and

k back at my father because I

l look like. She gave specific details about the king's look, even if she, like most commoners, had never seen the king's face. Our island kingdom, like most o

ely designed with spiral shapes that curve into themselves, leaving spaces in between. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, how to open the gate, or if I can do that. A man is suddenly standing at the other side of the gate, almost like he ca

ains my contract as a palace maiden. I find it and hand it to him through the little space in the gate; he glances through it and pr

ice to the palace. The palace is not one building but several. A second guard dressed similarly to the first walks me around, taking me to what he called the workers' quarters. Finally, we arrive at a one-story building with a curved orange roof made of reflective tiles.

der sleeves. She looked definitely elderly but also extremely sturdy. Her rich, but

She asked as I hand

," I re

ed her eyes move from my head to my toes. Gracefully, she stands, and there is nothing elderly about her posture; her back is completely erect, and

rter than we usually do, but right now we are a little short on wo

es her head, mumbling something that