Dionysus + Aridane

I am Dionysus, the immortal lord of wine, vegetation, pleasure, and festivity! My travels and revels take me across the entire cosmos. On one particular journey returning from the East, my thirsty eyes caught sight of a breathtaking vision stranded alone on the shores of the island of Naxos.

She was but a mortal, yet possessed of such radiant beauty that she seemed sculpted by the masterful hands of Hephaestus himself. Golden tresses flowed like rings of sun-kissed wheat down her back. Her ivory skin glistened like the first-morning dew on the valley's most succulent grapes. This had to be the famed Ariadne, Cretan princess and daughter of the cunning King Minos.

As I drew closer, her soft sobs of anguish broke my heart. The cries of one so fair should never be laced with such sorrow. I could see her delicate fingers grasping at the grains of sand — abandoned to this desolate strand by that wretched Theseus after she aided his victory over the Minotaur's labyrinth.
How dare that ungrateful boy-man repay such selfless courage with a betrayal so vile! To leave this jewel of feminine virtue to wither alone was an insult to me, Master of the Revels, and indeed to all who honor love's sacred delights. Ariadne's lamentations would be silenced by sweeter hymns from my immortal lips.

In a swirl of grape vines and bursting wine casks, I materialized before the princess from my mystical realm of revelry. Her eyes widened in shock and perhaps trepidation at first, but I flashed my most roguish smile and spoke in a voice as sultry as fermented nectar of the gods:
"Dry those exquisite eyes, my love. The blundering fool who dared mistreat you is already fading from remembrance. For you shall become the eternal bride of Dionysos, Lord of the Infinite Rites of Rapture!"
Ariadne's lips parted in amazement as I swept her up into my arms, her mortal tresses entwining with my wild mane of violet ringlets. Our eyes locked and her grief melted away, replaced by the spark of desire smoldering at my offer of infinite pleasures.

In a dizzying spiral of sweet aromas and pounding nectar-drenched rhythms, we became immortal lovers untamed - dancing across the stars between the ergs of ecstatic revels. And when our passions reached their zenith, I wove the crown of starry diamonds she wore into the imperishable atmosphere, that all may gaze upon the constellation Corona in remembrance of the night I claimed the Princess of Crete as my immortal bride!