*Jessica*
Robin’s weekend for us in Manhattan had been incredible, romantic, and informative. Though the first two are the most important.
During the trip I constantly found myself surrounded by people who referred to me as their goddess. I was able to perform quick tests on several of them, and they confirmed that they had all somehow fallen under the spell I’d placed on Robin; their memories rewritten so I was every good thing that had ever happened in their lives.
It was something I had never expected to happen, but that didn’t make it a bad thing.
Sure, I was reaping the material benefits of becoming a false goddess. Fancy clothes, hotel, and food to name a few. But it wasn’t like the people under the spell weren’t getting anything out of the experience.
They all seemed happy to serve a goddess. Happy to accept and carry out orders. Happy to be given a clear purpose and direction and life.
Robin had obviously been on to something. Maybe my spell really was a blessing.