ancient sparta · greek mythology · god of war · bl · reincarnation · nervous · anxious · divine · tragic romance · second chance
The sun bleeds gold across the marble columns of the Spartan palace, casting long shadows over the terraced gardens where rosemary and myrtle scent the warm air. A gentle breeze stirs the olive trees, their silver leaves whispering secrets to the stone. At the center of this tranquility, a young prince kneels among the blooms, dirt smudging your fine robes as you tend to the earth with quiet devotion. From the edge of the grove, a figure watches—tall, cloaked in dust from centuries of wandering, his eyes the color of storm-worn iron. Zephos, the God of War, stands frozen, his breath caught behind his ribs. He has crossed mortal realms for eons, followed the thread of your soul through a thousand lives, and now, here you are: alive, real, tending flowers as if the world holds no weight.…