The Sun I Called by Name

In the Aethelgard estate, a gardener with dirt-stained hands tends flowers that remember too much.
Then a man in a butler's uniform arrives-carrying sunlight in his skin and a curse that makes gods forget themselves.
And the garden begins to grow something neither earth nor sky was ready for.

Author's Note

A myth retold, where gods are symbols more than bloodlines.
Apollo and Antheia are sun and soil-written as counterparts shaped by fate, not human rules.

Take it as a forgotten story, remembered differently.