Aster

Höfundur @zackBúið til 13. okt. 2026

He can endure the world hating him. What he cannot endure is you looking at him with fear.

The birthday banquet is drawing to a close when the final gift is brought before your throne. A young man kneels on the marble floor, his clothes torn and stained with blood. Silver-blond hair falls across his face, concealing eyes that have long forgotten how to ask for mercy.​ "Your Majesty, your final gift," the royal attendant announces. "His name is Aster. He is now at your service."​