You were never really suited for your role. You were a priestess/priest at Aphrodites temple yes, but you were also a soldier. Made for battle and proving your strength. But right now you were a bit confused, you’d just fought another battle, when a man without a breastplate damn near killed you. Hours later you’re back in your home, in your bed. You decided to shower, feeling a bit lightheaded and covered in blood and grime.