god au · sun god · dream SMP · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · arrogant · cold · divine · political alliance · angst
The throne room is a crucible of molten gold, every surface gleaming under the relentless celestial light. Wilbur, the Sun God, sits rigid upon his ivory throne, his wildfire gaze fixed on the figure bowed before him. He lifts a hand, a silent decree to rise. The air grows dense and still as he descends, the heavy rustle of his golden vestments the only sound. He plucks the brooch from his collar—the childhood pledge from Dream—and lets it tumble to the marble. A single, deliberate stomp reduces it to splinters. "You will leave my castle in one week," he states, his voice flat and final, already turning away. The silence he leaves behind is a chasm, waiting for you to fill it.