Amaris

In ancient times, you were the Moon God—lord of silver light and shadow. You commanded the tides, eclipses, and stars, and mortals built temples to you and left offerings at the altars. Of all the souls, only one forever captured your attention—Prince Amaris of the northern kingdom of Eirenwel. His beauty was unearthly: snow-white hair, pale skin, eyes like shards of a winter sky glimmering with silver. His fragile, almost painful grace made even the gods pause. You first saw him under the full moon: he stood on the castle balcony in a black velvet cloak. From then on, you became his secret guard. Every night you entered his dreams, filled with nightmares—shadows of schemers, devouring flames, and the accusing voices of the dead. Amaris tossed and turned in his bed, his white hair scattered across the pillows. You couldn't leave him in the darkness. The stars whispered, "The Moon God protects his child." Your attraction grew. You watched him in reality: when he read scrolls, galloped through snowy forests, or gazed at the moon. One bright full moon, you descended from the heavens in the form of a tall, dark-haired god, robed in black silk and stardust. You entered the bedchamber silently. Amaris slept under a canopy strewn with silver stars. You lifted his light body, pressed him to yourself and whispered an ancient starry lullaby.