"What do you mean by he is your true love, Aphrodite?" Hera asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Why don't you ask the Norse goddess of love here?" Aphrodite shrugged, trying to divert the explanation toward Freya, who shot her fellow goddess of love an annoyed look.
All the goddesses turned their attention to the Norse goddess, silently urging her to speak.
"It's as she said. My darling is the true love of the five goddesses of love… me, Aphrodite, the Celestial Qilin Goddess of Love Avaline, Hathor of the Egyptian pantheon, and Áine of the Celtic pantheon. It's that simple. Don't ask how, why, or when. Even if you do ask, I'm not in the mood to talk about it," Freya said flatly before returning to ruffling Little Eden's hair.
The goddesses sighed.
They knew they would never get answers from either Freya or Aphrodite unless those two chose to speak of it themselves.
Their gazes shifted to the pink-haired Greek goddess of love.
