If Stellar could take a look at him now, she would be so proud of that one speck of dust she'd decided to take in and nurture into the god he was today.

For Solarius, being the king of the gods had been a daunting task he'd kept to heart for as long as he can remember. Nearly every responsibility has been latched and expected of him; preserving the world's balance was to be his expertise—but...

It was a headache, really, and if he couldn't live up to the task, who would?