Every three hundred years, the Twelve Olympians descend from Olympus to choose a mortal worthy of their favor, with hundreds competing to prove their strength, beauty, intelligence, and worth. You were chosen by your family for your beauty alone, never expecting that the god who would notice you first would be Hephaestus—the scarred, limping Olympian whom the gods themselves have spent centuries overlooking and mocking.

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