The feast was in full array, bountiful foods and drinks
spread across the tables, songs of celebration echoing off the glorious halls
of the splendid theatre. It was an important meeting, called forth by the god
Jupiter himself, and not a single soul invited would miss it. At one end of the
room stood a couple, two people come together to join each other in matrimony,
blessed by the gods themselves. It would be an event of the century according
to the heavenly powers and mortals alike.
Cupid and Psyche.
Venus sat idly by, twirling her hair around her fingers and
tapping a foot impatiently. It was not joy she shared today for the marriage of
her traitorous son, Cupid, but anger and hatred for the vile temptress that
stood next to him.
“The evil little Psyche… If you think I will let you get
away with taking away my boy and my beauty, think again,” she muttered under
her breath.
Jupiter’s knowing eyes peered towards her, as if he knew exactly
what the goddess was thinking. She feigned a sweet smile, lifted a fluttering
hand in a peaceful gesture, and returned to the discussion taking place at her
table. He had already warned her once, reassuring her that her lineage would
remain pure. It was not the lineage that she cared for, but the fact that such
an inferior mortal could be worthy of the heart of the rest of the world, of
her own son.
“Oh, Venus! You are so lucky to have such a beautiful
daughter-in-law! Even the mortals acknowledge her blessings!” A strawberry
blonde goddess gleefully continued the conversation, “They even believe she
could give you a run for your position!”
Holding back the temptation to smite this unnecessary
goddess down where she sit, Venus sneered and replied, “There is neither
goddess nor mortal that can compare to me. Surely even you understand that.”
The sheer sarcasm of her biting tone was enough to silence
the other woman. She’d had about enough of celebration for a while. Venus
closed the doors behind her, cutting off the sounds of dance and song, of
laughter and cheer. She was ashamed of her kind, accepting that girl into their
heavenly embrace.
“Anxiety! Sorrow!” Venus called, snapping her fingers. Her
servants scuttled to her side, bowing in submission to their beautiful
mistress. “We have plans to attend to and deaths to scheme, sweet servants. Psyche must be rid
of one way or another.”
Down the hall and beyond the doors of the grand theatre,
Cupid turned his attention away from his happy wife. He looked around, seeking
his mother, but found her absent. Frowning, he gave up and returned back to the
smiling face of Psyche, more beautiful than Venus herself.
Author’s note:
This is a retelling of
The Wedding Feast in Apuleius's Cupid and Psyche. Psyche is a beautiful mortal compared to Venus herself. After Venus ordered her son, Cupid, to harm Psyche, he betrayed her and fell in love instead. In retaliation, Venus tortures poor Psyche and attempts to drive her to her end, but of course, Psyche and Cupid are reunited and blessed by Jupiter, the god of the heavens. I decided to write this from Venus' perspective during the celebration of Cupid and Psyche getting married. After she spent so much time torturing Psyche, I couldn't see her being very happy about the heavens blessing their marriage, so I decided to write what I thought she would respond with!
Bibliography:
"Apuleius's Cupid and Psyche" by Apuleius, from The Golden Ass, translated by Tony Kline (2013). Web Source:
The Wedding Feast.