Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut |
A desperate Baron.
A yearning Duke.
A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire.
In the m...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The planet of Grummon Homeworld of the Moritani
Eidan was born on the tail end of a rough summer. The type that brought the scorch of a heated moon to burn and rally against the stone of the palace. It was so hot, in fact, that Collette had to crawl into one of the cavern faces to seek a comforting chill. Her chamber maidens had gone with her, eager to see the arrival of the daughter she had promised them.
As the story goes, they rallied around her with wet cloths until blood soaked into the stone and formed creeks. She nearly lost consciousness, fingers gripped to the stalagmite until the knuckles turned white. It was a death sentence to bear a child out in the elements, regardless of how cool the caves surface was against her back. Regardless, of the babies conviction to come quickly.
Collette had rolled her eyes back as the child heaved forth and clutched it to her bare chest. The chamber maids uttered not a word, but looked to each other in confusion and horror.
"Shall we dispose of it?" One of them asked.
Collette had sighed, wiping a smudge of oil over the child's temples, "no, I think I will keep this one."
Eidan Moritani was born a son, against all odds of nature and women's choice. His father brimmed to the edges with pride and his mother carefully raised him to understand the gentle whims of women.
That was until Moss Moritani ran out of pride to offer. Before Collette decided that a life trying to teach a son how to think like both genders and hold the powers of both was in vain. It was long before Hawk Dzevozanum arrived in a triangle of destruction and breathed the word war at the dinner table.
It seemed that something greater, let that be war or impossible birth, was always looming around the corner. It rose in the edges of his vision and whispered over the dark walls at night. If he focused hard enough on the reddened horizon, he could see the spectral forms of foreign armies marching forth. He could see the moon collapse from it's mantle in the sky and rain destruction down like swords falling to break the planet in two.
"Why are you thinking about such awful things?" Collette asks as they strode over the boulders that faced the Moritani training grounds.
"Stop reading my mind," Eidan scolded.
"I don't have to," she replied, crossing her arms over the chest of her flowing white gown. "I'm your mother, I can see it on your brow."
The men had all come out for practice now that the moon was rising to illuminate the peaks. Among them, were the Galicie in their scaled armor. It looked wrong to watch them fight for practice and not for blood.
In the center of the ring, a pillar glowed a deep and ancient gold. It was the light that never went out. The temple at which Moritani army men fall to their feet at their fifteenth birthday and declared themselves part of the masses.
