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

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

"You dare accuse me of such?!" Cyrus yelled, irritated you believed a stupid rumour. Part of you believed him, but the other part didn't.