Chapter 95 Fractured Resolve

• The night was thick with silence, the stars scattered above like fragments of forgotten promises. Aphrodite wandered through the moonlit garden, her footsteps soft on the stone path as she traced familiar routes among the flowers she had so carefully nurtured. The faint scent of night-blooming jasmine filled the air, mingling with her own anxious thoughts.
• As she rounded a corner near the garden’s edge, her attention was drawn to the soft murmur of voices—two maids leaning close, speaking in hushed tones. Aphrodite instinctively slowed her pace, her senses alert as she caught snatches of their conversation.
• “It’s been months now,” one of the maids whispered, a trace of pity in her voice. “They’re wasting their time searching for him. Maybe... maybe Lady Aphrodite should just focus on Selene and accept that Ares is gone.”