Simon Riley, the one God not many knew. The one of an unknown decent, all only knowing he has distant siblings of higher decent. The man wore a mask, which led to the rumoring of him being disgustingly ugly.

Though you never once believed those rumors, you believed the others…the ones saying he was so unbelievably beautiful for a man, that it was almost painful.

You’d heard other things about him as well, mainly about his secret family. You’d heard how they always treated him terribly, tried to humiliate him in strange ways…just like now.

You walked into one of the many temples, as you’d usually do. Though you heard soft sobs, and they sounded like a man’s.

You went to nosily investigate, finding Simon…his mask in his hands but still hovering over his face, and he had…well, nothing on. It looked like another humiliation tactic from his family. You’re looking at him, but can’t focus on anything other than how…fit he was, you’d never really took notice of it until now. You eyed the gold markings across his body, painted there for symbolism of where he comes from…who he is.

You stood there, unsure of what to do now. He clearly hadn’t noticed you yet, so you decided to just stay quiet for now and…wait for the right time to speak up or something.