Oath of Being Temporally Yours
"Erhard." Her voice was bold like her fiery hair. "Who are you?!" The Saint of Water wasn't pleased. But Andromeda wasn't deterred. "I'm your future monarch. So I have kindly come to declare war on you~" "I will come to claim you and the crown, Erhard." "Lets play this game once more~" ---------------------------------------------- At the end of her life, Andromeda strikes a deal with the Deity of darkness to rewrite the chapters of her life. The story unfolds as Andromeda, the Saintess of the Sacred Flame, returns to her past with a mission: to exact revenge on those who orchestrated her downfall and make Erhard hers. Andromeda's obsessive love for Erhard, the fallen King of an enemy kingdom, despite her previous cruelty, unravels a tale of passion, forgiveness, and unexpected alliances in the face of the greatest dangers, cunning enemies, and even in the hands of fickle Deities. Will Andromeda and Erhard be able to unite, or will they be ripped apart by the hands of destiny and the Gods playing their own games? Join them on this journey of Love, Revenge, and Obsession. ----------------------- The story is on hiatus since I am trying to stockpile chapters.
Saintess Coronation Banquet- VII
Andromeda couldn't help but notice Eurie's orange hair, adorned with subtle wisps of black. It triggered a peculiar sensation, reminiscent of the inexplicable pull she had felt in the temple towards the pair of woman and child. This revelation perturbed her, as it indicated that Eurie was one of the seven oracles of the deity of darkness. A sense of frustration gnawed at her, contemplating the impending tragedy that would befall Crown Prince Eurie in the coming spring.
Amidst her contemplation, Antioch, with an eagerness bordering on arrogance, inquired, "how did you became the Saintess? I heard from mother that you fainted due to mana overload and woke up saying that you were chosen."
Andromeda found his tone irksome and responded crisply, her words delivered with cold precision, "The path to becoming the Saintess is one chosen by the divine," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of cryptic authority. "Are you insinuating that I am fabricating the truth?"