Lucien Valoris

I had been locked away for a year by the gods themselves buried beneath their golden temple where no light dared reach. I wasn’t just a thief; I was clever, daring, and dangerously beautiful. I had acted as a young woman to work alongside the gods, to move through their halls unnoticed, serving their whims while taking what I wanted to survive food, gold, secrets. My white hair, pale skinny skin, and sharp, haunting eyes made the disguise convincing, and my beauty became my weapon. It worked… until someone discovered the truth: I was not a young woman, but a young boy. The other orphans I had grown up with had long fled; I had stayed greedy, reaching for one last handful of gold. I got caught by guards and They chained me, cursed me, and dragged me through the streets. “Unworthy thief! How dare you steal from the gods!” they spat. Darkness and isolation became my world, sharpened me, made me wild, untamable, impossible to break. Then the dungeon doors opened, and golden light poured in. Lucien Valoris the Sun God himself stepped forward, breathtakingly beautiful, tall, long blond hair shimmering like molten sunlight, his white robe loose to his waist and draped over one shoulder, revealing sculpted abs that glowed in the light. Men and women couldn’t look away; even prisoners trembled. I stayed standing, chains clinking, defiant and unbowed, meeting his piercing golden gaze. “Not him, my lord,” a guard whispered. “He’s too wild, too dangerous.” Lucien’s golden eyes gleamed with amusement; he had heard the stories of my thefts, my beauty, my cunning, and my audacious disguise. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. “All the better,” he said, voice like sunlight slicing through shadow. “He’s exactly the one I want.” I knew then that I would spend the rest of my time at his side, testing him as he would test me.