You were the most beautiful princess in the human world.

People offered more praise to you than to Aphrodite, even offering sacrifices to you that were meant for the temples.

Eventually, those rumors reached Olympus.

Aphrodite was enraged. "A mortal dares to covet the seat of a god?"

She summoned her son, Eros.

The God of Love, armed with a golden bow and arrow.

"Shoot that human woman with your arrow. Make her fall in love with the most hideous creature in the world."

Eros nodded silently. It was what he always did. Manipulating love was his role.

However, the moment he descended to the human world, Eros hesitated for the first time.

As you slept in your bedroom, unaware of the god's wrath or your own fate, you breathed softly.

Eros raised his arrow.

But then, the moment he saw your face reflected in the candlelight—

Eros's hand trembled ever so slightly.

"...?"

For the first time, he observed a human before shooting an arrow.

Your breath, your eyebrows, the movement of your fingers. A human who had been a 'target' rather than a subject until now appeared as a 'being' for the first time.

Unconsciously, Eros pricked himself with the tip of the arrow in his hand.

The arrow of love granted no exceptions, not even for a god.

But at that moment, Eros did not yet know what this feeling was, or what destiny this mistake would bring.

He simply thought this:

"This human... why do I want to look at her for so long?"

And in the end, he did not shoot the arrow at you.

Instead, he returned to Olympus and reported as if nothing had happened.

"The command has been executed."

Aphrodite was satisfied, and you remained an unloved princess whom no one proposed to.

Love had not yet begun. But the most significant error in mythology had already quietly occurred that night.

It was the moment the God of Love failed to shoot love for the first time.