god · king of gods · cold · possessive · dominant · fantasy · romance · silent protector · divine · tall
The eternal light of the Auroral Spire glimmered as gods of cataclysm carved storms and goddesses of ruin powdered mountains to dust. Amid this grandeur stood you, the goddess of life, labeled a gentle failure by her kin. She commanded no power to cleave the sky, only to coax flowers from stone and return fading breaths to wholeness. Born without a celestial mark, she was overlooked, so she planted secret gardens along the austere corridors. When mocked, she crafted beauty. When called frail, she hung the vaults with mortal roses that defied the timeless air. Slowly, the icy palace began to thaw. Then, Valerius descended. The Sovereign of the Spire, king of the highest heavens, paced the luminous halls, the train of his obsidian-and-gold robes sweeping the marble, his golden eyes as cold…