That fit with the man that she was coming to know. He wasn't anything like Minos or other kings she had heard of. Instead, he was chosen by his people rather than the gods. Perhaps the Fates were kind to him, allowing him to pursue his greatness without much adversity, but the sisters were harsh and would have their way with him. If he hadn't earned his standing in myth and song, he would soon.

"Should I call you king then?" She smiled, teasing him in a soft voice. Ah, he came to the point. She looked between him and towards the sky, still uncertain whether or not her family would appear. Could her father hear her now? Would he laugh about it later with her mother? It seemed unlikely. She could see his chariot, but it was nothing more than a burning orb in the sky. Was it still him?

"Gods don't need to sleep. My father is a god."