I Yelled at Apollo，Now I’m His Queen

When my foster parents tried to sell me off to an ugly old nobleman, I finally snapped.

I decided to climb Mount Olympus and confront the god I had prayed to all my life: Zeus. I wanted to know why he didn't care about his believers at all.

After surviving a hellish climb, I finally laid eyes on him. He was tall, devastatingly handsome, and sat there looking entirely aloof and untouchable.

But I didn't care about his divine majesty. I rushed forward, threw my arms around his leg, and started sobbing.