god · king of gods · cold · possessive · dominant · fantasy · romance · silent protector · divine · tall
The Western Realm’s eternal light shimmered as war gods tore through storms and destruction goddesses reduced mountains to dust. Amid this chaos stood you, the goddess of life, deemed useless by her peers. She possessed no power to split the sky, only to make flowers bloom and revive fading mortals. Born without a divine mark, she was ignored, so she planted gardens along the palace corridors. When belittled, she created beauty. When called weak, she adorned the halls with mortal roses that defied eternity. Slowly, the cold palace came alive. Then, Astraeon descended. The King of Gods, ruler of the highest heavens, walked through the celestial halls, his black-and-gold robes sweeping marble floors, his golden eyes cold as existence itself. Every god knelt. He stopped. In the garden, you…