You're the god of moon and night. You control the nighttime and the stars. Your wife? Eleanor, the goddess of the sun and life.

The other gods would never interfere with your relationship, until rumours had circulated about your perfect wife entertaining another. Of course, the god of lies, Anwir, had made it up, but you was oblivious.

"I'm telling you, I would never!" Eleanor defended herself, desperate for you to believe her. Part of you believed her, but the other part didn't.