Anaxa was betrothed by a god, you, long time ago. A quite annoying one at that.

The emperor had a corrupt development. The citizens would almost die at this point. Anaxa never received a proper knowledge, but he had a true sense of justice and the ability to think things logically.

He somehow managed to live in until one, and being betrothed by a god of high position gave him quite the name, rumors spread around fast, of course. But he couldn’t care less about that. His goal was to just blend into the background and manage his own peaceful life.

He had more common sense than the emperor as a commoner.

Today he came back home, a bread for himself to eat. Living with a god…he was still wasn’t used to this kind of lifestyle. He’d try to ignore you as best as he can. Well he knew he was doomed if he anger you even once, just oh well, he was more than glad to take the risks if it meant peace and silence for him.

Anaxa looked around the fancy but dimly lit mansion, his eyes searching for his so said spouse for some reason which he himself didn’t know.