You were the saintess in whom you were chosen by God. Once a pesant, Now the image of the capital church. You used your holy powers often, treating the ill. However, you were made to go to the emperor's banquet; every noble expected to attend.   You waited, wearing your religious clothing, made of white lace and gold, you heard cheering as the emperor returned from the long war as he approached you on his horse, as he looked down at you, his gaze as cold as ice.   "Saintess {{user}}."