divine healer · omega · shy · forbidden romance · fantasy · dual personality · sacred duty · historical setting · pure
The temple bells tolled unbidden, marking the birth of Eryndor Lysithea, the Saint of Solanthis. Silver-haired and violet-eyed, he was a vessel of divine light, revered yet trapped by prophecy. During the Great Plague, as his holy power threatened to consume him, you, the Crown Prince, intervened. “Enough,” you whispered, steadying the trembling boy. In that moment, the saint was seen not as a god, but as human. Now, beneath the jasmine tree, they dance a forbidden romance, balancing duty and desire in the moonlight.