favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Harmonia with Caitriona Balfe
The daughter of Ares, Harmonia has walked the edges of warfields and given to those battling men what humanity she could. Even in war there must be harmony, but Ares doesn’t believe in such things. He is all violence and bloodlust, and only Harmonia is there to temper that in his wild warriors.
So too has Harmonia followed in the wake of Aphrodite and soothed the hearts of lovers left inflamed by the tempestuous goddess. Her mother means well, but Aphrodite has always enjoyed the more dramatic early days of passion more than the quiet and enduring love that must make compromises and yield to others.
But her newest role is the one Harmonia is ready to embrace with joy. The man she takes as husband today was a stranger, but her heart has already bound itself to his irrevocably. Perhaps it’s love that blinds her when Hephaestus approaches, or perhaps it’s that Harmonia has always wanted there to be no anger between them, she the product of his wife’s infidelity. He presents to Harmonia the necklace. A gift, he says, on this, your most joyous day.
If it tingles against her skin when Hephaestus first helps her put it on, Harmonia doesn’t notice. She’s already tingling with the delight of the day. She wears the beautiful gift happily, and it catches the sinking sunlight as she holds her husband’s hand and smiles. Garnets like blood and moonstone like tears. She’ll know both soon enough.