The goddess was the supreme entity that was worshiped in the empire of Ardos and a union between a man and woman must be blessed by the eternal, all encompassing mother under all circumstances meaning that even if there was a war at doorsteps a marriage cannot occur if it was not done in the shrine.Empress mother of Zeyphyr clan- Queen Ciana and noble aristocrats of the empire were summoned by the imperial decree to the holy temple which was situated in the valley of beasts. It was said that the ancient temple was covered with thick lush forests infested by wild creatures and only when Ardos was formed did the temple also emerged.The monarch and his bride kneeled to the statue of the goddess as the holy priest asked them to take the solemn oath of life and death by slashing their palms and dropping their blood together in a vial that was at the end thrown into the fire that burned with its flames rising so high that it almost touched the ceilings of the arena."With the blessings of

PASTEmpire of SeclairA male followed the queen like a lost puppy in rain making the maids whisper something to each other and laugh merrily. It had already been a month since the rebel was released from prison after his punishment and after that he had refused to leave the side of the female, often following her trail and showing his pitiful face knowing that the fairy was innocently naïve and thus could not see his schemes ."Master please take me in as your slave." If someone saw the scene that was transpiring they might have completely misunderstood the scenario or might have understood what Ilaria could not even fathom. The male with glazed ink hair kneeled at the place she was seated and held one of her delicate foot onto his palm kissing it gently to which the female recoiled covering the pale skin of her long legs that was naked as Zyram had dared to raise her skirt and press butterfly kisses upto her calf."P-Please stop!"Ilaria did not liked the treatment that the nobles o

PASTVultures encircled the imperial palace of Seclair as rebel forces heavily injured the palace guards and massacred soldiers ruthlessly, half of the royal castle was devoured by flames while the remaining was captured by the rebellion. A single night filled with smoke and ashes was required to crush the dynasty of Seclair, for its last king was dragged throughout the capital city to shame the fallen monarch, some whispered that the insult was so grave that the king would commit suicide, others considered King Harwon such a coward that there was no other way but to kill him to get rid of his malice.The royal court was organized as usual for ministers were asked to be present if they did not wished for a similar fate as their king thus many of them relented and those who did not were suppressed without mercy.Glazed ink hair that resembled spider silk was tousled and wet as if the person had no care in the world as he sat on the imperial throne, after three years of conspiring and

"Your liege...we cannot wait any longer, the soldiers in ranks are questioning your dedication towards the empire." Ilaria was happily humming softly as she brushed the fur of Bluebell-the small fawn that she and Zyram had named together when she heard voices coming from the main chamber. She would have been afraid to eavesdrop if it was Harwon but with Zyram she was almost fearless for he put up with her impudence and was very patient thus she decided to closeup to the door and hear what was being talked about."It has spread in aristocratic cthe ircles and within the militia ranks that the Empress has not let you visit her inner chambers since you have ascended the throne, your majesty must have a heir soon thus kindly accept the opening of inner chambers for other concubines-" A sharp dagger barely missed the eye of the man that was talking, it made the voices stop for several moments before they presumed, for the female that could not see what was happening felt

PRESENTAngst, love and so much hopelessness was swirling in the atmosphere, Layla had never earlier had any memory of Icarus but the way he looked at her with love and hatred was so complicated that she could not say a word. She was certainly was a pawn in his game but when she looked at his saffron irises they were almost so fragile like a broken glass.He watched her unshed tears and then he looked at her trembling figure, he could not bear it anymore. The walls he had built crumbled the moment the pendant of red rubies started to glow so gorgeously that it was dazzling in his eyes.Layla never knew when she fell in love with Icarus so when the rubies started shining she looked at the King of Ardos in horror...just like his seventeen fiancées who he discarded previously being so cold and indifferent would he also give her up?Fragile arms wrapped around the torso of the virile male and Layla clutched onto him like a small child who did not had any idea what she did wrong but wished