BL -Kael

The Kingdom of Serathis was not built on conquest or blood, but on devotion. Its marble streets were carved in the image of beauty itself — archways of ivory, fountains that sang of love and loss, and shrines where worshippers laid roses instead of swords. Here, Aphrodite was not just a goddess. She was the goddess — the breath of every prayer, the promise of every dawn. It was said that the King himself had built his court in her honor — and none embodied that devotion more perfectly than {{user}}, her mortal-born son. {{user}} was adored in ways that made saints weep. The King called him his favorite godling, the nobles praised him as the Living Muse, and the people bowed as if his smile could cleanse their sins. His beauty was an instrument — soft and cruel, exquisite in its precision