After tying his wrists, Amon bit into Nyne’s flesh without a moment’s hesitation. At the sensation of the soft, tender flesh on the inside of his thigh being bitten, a short scream escaped him before he realized it. It was because the bite was so hard, he feared it might draw blood. Unlike usual, the…

Should he now say he spoke wrongly and ask for a different punishment instead? Should he offer all his gold and silver, or ask to be locked away in some remote place, or even say he’d rather be flogged? Nyne was wondering what he should say to ease Amon’s mood. Amon lifted the hem of…

As expected, Nyne shook his head and refused Amon’s command. “Lord Amon, they have done nothing wrong. I was the one who walked out in my sleep. Why punish them for something I did?” Nyne could tell that Amon wasn’t truly punishing the priests for failing to guard him. Amon hadn’t even shown anger toward…

Where am I? Breathing hard, Nyne looked around and realized that this place, surprisingly, felt familiar. Even in the thick darkness, he could clearly see the trickling stream and trees scattering moonlight. It was the forest clearing where they had eaten during the hunt earlier today. “Why… why am I here…?” Groaning as a splitting…

“It would have been nice if I had spoken with Lord Amon sooner…” He wondered what might have happened if he had dared to speak with Amon back in the Grand Temple like he did today. Though Amon was the highest and most noble being, he wasn’t so different when it came to Nyne himself.…

After waking from his nap, Nyne told a combat priest to bring out one of the sandpipers he had caught. The bird the priest took from the sack had red blood smeared on its feathers, but once washed in the stream, it looked perfectly clean. Nyne spread the sandpiper’s wings and plucked the longest and…

It was the first time he had initiated a kiss. Amon’s eyes widened slightly before he parted his lips to respond. Without crushing or forcefully overpowering him, he gently placed a hand on Nyne’s back and softly stroked him. This tender gesture gave Nyne renewed hope that he might slowly persuade Amon and bring change.…

Seated before the meal, Amon leisurely removed his garments. The attending priests, with careful hands, removed the leaves and dirt from the fabric. Nyne watched Amon’s back as if entranced. Even as he stood at ease, the muscle-carved body was nothing short of beautiful. Of all the warriors Nyne had known, Amon’s physique was the…

“Indeed, it would be rare to find servants elsewhere who can offer twelve rituals a year and mountains of tribute. What kind of followers would risk their own lives to serve a god? And what god but Sha Amon would promise a blissful afterlife to those who serve him with such loyalty?” Do other gods…

It was just a simple request to offer a tribute, and yet Gwen always somehow managed to seem irritating whenever he did this. Nyne wasn’t the only one who felt that way—it showed in the way the other Reshas’ lips twitched or their brows quivered despite their radiant smiles. Nyne resisted the urge to say…