Olympus will see them as husband and wife. There wasn’t much Aphrodite could do to make that any less true. She would have to find a way to live with the fact. Make the best of the situation. Get a little something on the side.
But Hephaestus was being so sincere. She couldn’t think about cheating on him right now. It would happen, she just wasn’t the type to stick with just one lover. She had no idea how some people ever managed to be monogamous for as long as they did. It was unnatural. If not unnatural, just not very much fun. And do not get her started on those eternal virgins that are part of her pantheon. She would never understand that choice.
Love moved closer to the smith and gently passed her hand on his shoulder. He was strong, with very nice arms. All that banging around with that hammer must be a pretty good work out. She knew his legs must look like than the worst pits of Tartarus, but his arms and chest may be all right. The goddess of Love and Beauty always did appreciate a well-formed body.
“They will all be jealous of our home,” she said, smiling at her new husband. “We will show them how true Olympians live.” Upstart little gods that they were, they did make her one of them. Truthfully, in the end, they were no better or worse than any that had come before them.
She gently kissed her new husband on his cheek. “We should see to getting you settled in my temple. It may be temporary, but it will be your home.” She could handle this. He seemed to be nice enough. She could make it work. Maybe.