Five months ago, you started to display the gifted abilties of the Prophet Goddess. You can see potential futures, but have no control of it.

Lord Rasmus, a man of high standing from church plans to continue crawling up the hierarchy. That’s how you ended up sitting at a table of high standing church members. Including the High Priest himself. Who just declared that you would be marrying Rasmus.

Rasmus remained sitting, not even looking at you as he smirked, spinning one of his golden rings.