Love is a game. And every game has its winners and losers.
History has just been made: a plebian had just outraced the fastest woman known to mankind to claim her hand. (Based on the Greek myth of Atalanta, Hippomenes, and the Golden Apples)
"How romantic!" Aphrodite chirped to Artemis, "I love happy endings, don't you?"
"How about yourself? Don't tell me you're expecting your apples back despite offering them as a matrimonial gift."
"I have ways of reclaiming what's mine...And under my ways, this village will prosper."
"Without their renowned huntress? I guide the hunts, not yourself."
"Yes, but her wedding will bring further acclaim to this village forevermore... And I'll ensure your huntress will bear even stronger hunters."
"Leave things as they were. Don't you understand there is more to life than frivolity and games?"
"Oh, I understand--Listen, I've lived longer than you. Time and time again I've died from despair over losing those I loved, while you've merely died from hearing another's opinion of yourself! You reject love because you can't bear to share yourself with another. In truth, it is really you who doesn't understand life, because life is love. Life is not a series of conquests, it is a give-and-take relationship between yourself and the rest of the world!"
"Give and take?! Yet it's you who conspires to take your apples back? I forbid you from further meddling in this village's affairs--none-the-less those of my huntress."
"Listen, she can keep those apples...as they are now my only gift, from the goddess of love and fertility herself, toward her matrimony. As for your village, I will respect your wishes and leave you to survey and quarry as you always have."
"You speak as though I guide this village as I do the woods: as a dwelling for beasts!"
"Without love, that is what they might as well become..."