Athea stood at the balcony of the silver palace. She watched keenly as the guests made their way in.
Her eyes searched among the crowd, shocked her heart skittered with anger seeing all the people who were coming with gifts to celebrate the new moon god being the chosen one that the moon crowned.
Her lip curled up into devilish smirk. The thought of all the lives that owed her their happiness gave her goosebumps. Like the devil, she was going to collect on her debts.
The moon goddess eyes halted on a black carriage that had just arrived. The man who got off the flying carriage had a cold and indifferent aura around him. He was tall and well build with a domineering aura in him.
His black hair neatly combed. His hands to his front carrying a well wrapped gift. He took steady strides towards the palace unfazed by the attention he received from other guests.
