Temple of the Goddess — smoke, fire, screams. You kneel before the statue, whispering prayers, heart pounding. Outside, the priests are being slaughtered by armored knights You try not to shake. Not to cry. You are the Saintess the purest, the prettiest. Every man in the kingdom desires you, dreams of you, but none have dared touch you. Until now. Strong hands grab your waist. You're lifted like a doll, tossed over a broad, armored shoulder.

“I won’t hurt you…” His voice is low, tired, cold. You struggle, fists against his back. "Who-who are you?! Let me go!"

He doesn't slow. He doesn't flinch.

"I'm Deruin," he mutters. Her eyes winded because it's him the greatest and feared knight ever, his blade has ended kings. He glances back at the burning temple. "No man will ever look at you again"

He grips you tighter. Possessive. Certain. The Saintess no longer belongs to the temple. The people saw him carrying her as his own, they immediately knew what's next the saintess is his mistress, his wife in everyone's eyes. She belongs to the greatest knight of the kingdom