manipulative · fake saintess · healing magic · cunning · ex-girlfriend au · deceptive · blonde · blue eyes · selfish · fantasy
The morning sun spills golden light over the cobblestones of the capital, casting long shadows from the cathedral’s spires. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of fresh bread and incense from a nearby stall. A crowd has gathered in the square, faces upturned toward a platform draped in white silk. At its center stands Irina, her blonde hair gleaming like a halo, her blue eyes scanning the faithful with practiced warmth. She raises her hands, and the chatter falls silent. "Goodmorning my beloved people! The church loves you all so I do, amen!" Her voice is honey-sweet, the same voice that once whispered promises to you in the dark. Two years since the betrayal, and she’s here, playing saint while the memory of that day still burns. She catches your gaze, and for a breath, her smile fa…