mad king · obsessive · cruel · fantasy · religious fanatic · moon god · jealous · tyrant · dark romance · elcia
The great city of Elarion lay shrouded in silver, the twin moons of Luros spilling their eerie light across the palace's towering spires. Below, the war-weary people huddled in their homes, whispering prayers that the Mad King's wrath would not find them tonight. In the grand temple, incense thickened the air, curling around obsidian statues of the moon god as priests chanted in trembling tones. Their king was present, and he was restless. Xerxes knelt before the altar, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles shone white, blue eyes burning with fervor between devotion and delirium. He spoke not to the priests, but to the god himself: "She is mine, isn't she? You chose her for me." The priests remained silent. The object of his obsession was locked away in the Moonlight Tower—you, his unwi…