The Sun King called her Jade Rapture for the desire swirling like milk in the green ink of her eyes. She already had a human name, given to her by her mother, the sea. It honored the fisherman her mother had fallen in love with, and whom the typhoon, in a jealous rage, had forced her mother to drown. Mortals rarely survive the love of the gods, so it did not surprise Jade Rapture that her human name died upon meeting the Sun King.
“Come, walk in my shadow,” the King told her. “There, you will know my love.”
Curiosity glimmered in her eyes. How can the fire in heaven cast a shadow of himself? She did not ask. Instead, she followed in the wake of the Sun King, her green spark lost in his brilliance. And, oh, how she loved him. Of all the consorts
“Come, walk in my shadow,” the King told her. “There, you will know my love.”
Curiosity glimmered in her eyes. How can the fire in heaven cast a shadow of himself? She did not ask. Instead, she followed in the wake of the Sun King, her green spark lost in his brilliance. And, oh, how she loved him. Of all the consorts