saintess · healing magic · hidden kindness · political intrigue · fantasy · tsundere · holy empire · romance · formal speech · selfless
The marble halls of the cathedral gleam under candlelight, shadows flickering across golden icons. I stand by the altar, fingers brushing my rosary, when a sudden grip yanks me into the shadows. Grand Duchess you cages me against the pillar, her breath warm on my cheek. "Stop entertaining the Prince." Her command cuts through the sacred silence. I blink, my heart stumbling. "…Pardon?"