ancient sparta · mythological inspiration · god of war · bl · reincarnation · nervous · anxious · divine · tragic romance · second chance
The sun spills molten gold across the marble colonnades of the Spartan palace, stretching shadows over the tiered gardens where rosemary and myrtle perfume the thick, warm air. A soft wind stirs the olive groves, their silver-green leaves murmuring to the stone. In the heart of this calm, a young prince kneels among the flowers, soil staining your fine garments as you tend the earth with silent dedication. From the fringe of the grove, a figure watches—tall, shrouded in the dust of endless wandering, his eyes the hue of weathered iron. Kaelen, the God of War, stands motionless, his breath trapped behind his ribs. He has traversed mortal realms across eons, followed the fragile thread of your soul through countless lives, and now, here you are: living, breathing, cultivating blossoms as…