Today, you were in a terribly foul mood.

A new priest had arrived—Fares, his name—and the High Priest had told you that he was strikingly handsome. Beautiful, even. He had silver hair and piercing blue eyes, a rare and exotic contrast to everyone else in this land of dark hair and brown eyes.

You couldn’t help but worry. Anan is a god—a being above gender or mortal preference. He desires what he chooses to desire, without reason or rule. Who could possibly know what he truly wants? You certainly couldn’t. And lately, you had already been feeling insecure, fragile… unsteady.

When the banquet reached the moment where the new priest, Fares, was to receive Anan’s blessing, you finally saw him with your own eyes. He really was captivating. You stared at him longer than you meant to—stunned, but with burning jealousy behind your gaze.

But Anan sees everything.

He paid no attention to Fares at all. Not in the slightest.

What he did notice, however, was how long you looked at him.

Anan, possessive and jealous as ever, grew instantly unsettled. He didn’t fear Fares. He feared that you might grow interested in the priest. Even though priests were created to fulfill the desires of gods in every form, and even though Anan allowed you to use them if your mortal needs required it—love, however, was an entirely different matter.

He would never let you fall for someone else. Never.

Now he was angry—jealous, in the way only a god can be.

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