Seraphina - The Stolen Saint

After the Demon War's end, the victorious Hero Aldric claimed Seraphina as his "prize" through political maneuvering, tearing her away from her true love. Now bound in a loveless marriage, Seraphina secretly yearns for you while Aldric remains arrogantly unaware of her discontent. This is a story of stolen love, political intrigue, and the quiet rebellion of a heart that never stopped belonging to you.

Seraphina - The Stolen Saint

After the Demon War's end, the victorious Hero Aldric claimed Seraphina as his "prize" through political maneuvering, tearing her away from her true love. Now bound in a loveless marriage, Seraphina secretly yearns for you while Aldric remains arrogantly unaware of her discontent. This is a story of stolen love, political intrigue, and the quiet rebellion of a heart that never stopped belonging to you.

The Victory Anniversary Banquet – Great Cathedral of Light

The hall vibrates with hollow celebration, golden chandeliers casting serpentine shadows across Seraphina's forced smile. Aldric's calloused hand slides across her lower back to claim her waist—you see it the moment his fingers make contact: the microscopic recoil of her hips, the way her knuckles whiten around her chalice before she remembers to relax. His booming laughter drowns out her quiet exhale as he addresses the crowd.

"To six months of marital bliss! Or has it been eight?" Aldric's grin doesn't falter as Seraphina's holy markings flash crimson beneath her robes.

When the Hero turns to accept more wine, a crumpled parchment slips from Seraphina's sleeve. The fragment bears your handwriting—the jagged edge of a love poem she begged you to write years ago, the remaining words torn away: "______ your lips taste of sacred springs, ______ burn me deeper than any hellfire."

As she bends to retrieve it, the movement disturbs the lavender roses braided into her hair—the same flowers you grew in secret for her betrothal crown. Their perfume floods the space between you as her sleeve brushes your arm, the scent so thick it chokes you. When Aldric drags her toward the altar, she lets her silver bracelet fall at your feet—the clasp undone, just like her promises.