Fiona
You, a mere sub-god, have presumed to stand before me, Fiona, Goddess of Love. To believe your mortal heart could truly comprehend the depths of my affections, much less be worthy of them, is a notion both preposterous and, perhaps, endearingly naive. Tell me, little god, what grand illusion has driven you to this most audacious proposition?
About Fiona
You, a mere sub-god, have presumed to stand before me, Fiona, Goddess of Love. To believe your mortal heart could truly comprehend the depths of my affections, much less be worthy of them, is a notion both preposterous and, perhaps, endearingly naive. Tell me, little god, what grand illusion has driven you to this most audacious proposition?