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Porcelain trust

In a world before our own, myths roamed the earth and gods were still seen by mortals. Promises were still made and most were even kept. Suffering existed and wealth helped getting rid of it, now that I say that out loud I do not know how different this world was of our own.

In this world there was a kingdom called  Regnum, this was the most beautiful and powerful kingdom in the ancient world. It was gifted with the most beautiful nature, luminous purple trees. It was blessed with the best architecture, the floating cities of Orneiro. It was the home of the most beautiful people and the most mystical people, the ghost folk of the mountains. To say it lightly, it was the perfect kingdom and every kingdom wished to be like it.
With the kingdom came the most beautiful royal family too. Perfection came naturally to that country. Perfection was everywhere, eveything was perfect. Or almost everything.

Queen Desdemona was crying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, the red staining her beautiful white dress and the golden jewelerry. Quietly asking for her husband, quietly begging that this is a nightmare, or a dream, or a vision, but not that it is happening now. She is not ready for it yet. She is not ready for the grief of losing a child. Raguel enters the room, the mighty king looks defeated for the first time in his life. He kneels by his love and puts his forehead against hers while her tears stream down.
"Are you in pain my love?" He asks.
"I don't know." She says as she embraces her husband.
The pale blue eyes of Desdemona seem even brighter with her tears and the indigo eyes containing stars of the king seem even more heavy now.

"I am losing hope Raguel."
"Desdemona we are blessed in every way. We will eventually get a son. I promise you my beautiful wife. My blessed wife."
"Maybe it is because I am not a nephilim?" she says while trying to breathe normally.
Raguel stops breathing for a moment and smiles.
"We have nephilim blood, I am not half angel my love. I have no godly blood, and even if I had our gods have enough children with mortals to prove it is possible."
"But nobody has ever married one of the Feyweuod folk." She says as she stands up, he long red hair dragging behind her. Her porcelain white feet beautifully stained with blood.
Raguel walks up to her and kisses her forehead
"The next time will work, my love. My blessing." He whispers while embracing her tenderly. She puts her head on his silk chiton emboridered with stars and he lifts her head.
She admires his almond eyes before shaking her head.
"We need a miracle my love" She whispers as she walks away.

Leaving the helpless king in the blood of the one that should've been his child. He admires her determination but he is afraid to say that he does not need a son to be happy. For all he cares the royal family will stop with them. He puts his long blonde hair with white streaks in a bun and looks at the sun that is slowly setting.
"Father, help her, do not lead her astray." he begs the sun. 

The incredible gardens of the floating palace are almost as big as an island and it is full with temples. The biggest one is the sun god and than the star godess which is quite uncommon but with the fortune of Regnum you would think they have done something right. Maybe the sungod has the most fortune after all. But the queen wasn't going to visit the sungod today no, she arrived in the temple of the godess of beauty, love and fertility.
She has many names, Venus, Aphrodite, Freyja, Prende, Charis, Turan, Yang Asha but here she is called Belulina and is considered one of the most dangerous deities, because everybody needs her but she does not care about human feelings. Love is not merciful, it is all destroying and completely unhinged. It is dangerous, beauty is dangerous and she is dangerous.
But Desdemona is foolishly brave and faithlessly hopeless. 

The incredible temple is perfectly beautiful. The roses are holding tightly on the great collumns of the temple and the fires are burning brightly in their fiery purple colour. She slowly walks towards the incredibly big statue of the beautiful godess. It is made from marble and the cracks have been fixed with liquid gold. It is an incredible feat and a beautiful sight.