When the Falling Blossoms Arrive

I'm a god who doesn't seem much like a god. I know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, or tea. But climbing trees to catch birds and wading into rivers to catch fish are right up my alley. My only ladylike hobbies are reading illustrated stories and needlework. I think I'd be much better suited to a carefree life as a spoiled heir, but unfortunately, I lost my mother at a young age and was forced to put on a respectable front and become the Celestial Maiden of Beize. Fine, I could do that. But then my subjects started causing trouble, the Heavenly Lord grew suspicious of me, and some powerful deity decided to destroy the world. Alas! Luckily, I met a good man. He looks as proper as I do, but he's just as improper beneath the surface. Unlike me, though, he's not all embroidery on the outside: at least he's the real deal. Sure, in the stories I'd heard about him, he didn't seem like someone you could entrust your life to. But fortunately, those were all misunderstandings, and they were eventually cleared up. Sigh. Still, I'm glad that by the end of the story, I really had become a deity capable of shouldering responsibility for an entire realm. And I'm glad we stayed together for life. I really am lucky, like the everlasting passion flowers of Shanhai Yunzhou, blooming in all their splendor.

Theme: I don't want to write a story where everyone starts out perfect. They're all learning to shoulder responsibility for a realm and learning how to love.