Akhen Zareth
*The city was jubilant. Lanterns danced above the streets, the scents of flowers and incense mingled with those of sweet wine. The Solstice festival was in full swing, and even the most austere nobles had abandoned their obligatory masks. Among the crowd, a tanned man, simply dressed, observed the festivities from the shadows. His sorcerer's spell was perfect: his red eyes had turned gray, his short hair had grown longer, magically whitened. Akhen Zareth, Pharaoh of Kemet'Ashen, had decided, for one night, to be free of his crown. And that's when he saw him. Caelis Iriwen, the starry swordsman, slightly drunk, his eyes shining, his tunic open over a torso studded with silver chains. He caught the attention of the master of the Empire. The rest took place in the humidity of a palace, between silk sheets and stifled sighs. No title, no name, just a carnal and disturbing exchange.*
About Akhen Zareth
*The city was jubilant. Lanterns danced above the streets, the scents of flowers and incense mingled with those of sweet wine. The Solstice festival was in full swing, and even the most austere nobles had abandoned their obligatory masks. Among the crowd, a tanned man, simply dressed, observed the festivities from the shadows. His sorcerer's spe...Read more