Who Says All Saints Need To Be Good?

Chap 2: Horrible Night

[Content Warning: This chapter contains a scene depicting abuse of rape which I do not condone in anyway. Please proceed with caution or feel free to skip if you're uncomfortable with traumatic content, manipulation and gaslighting.]

Hey, everyone! Just wanted to give you a heads-up about this chapter. It tackles a sensitive topic involving abuse, so it's essential to approach it with care. If this kind of content makes you uncomfortable or brings up distressing emotions, feel free to skip ahead to the next section. Your well-being is important, and there's no pressure to read something that might be traumatic for you. Remember, you have the power to choose what you engage with in this story. Take care of yourself, and let's continue our journey together.

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At the tender age of fourteen, embarked upon her rigorous training to embrace her role as the revered Saintess. With unwavering dedication, she honed her divine abilities, weaving a tapestry of mystical prowess.

Her celestial powers manifested through acts of rejuvenation, breathing life into desolate lands, mending the ailing, and channeling the essence of her {Holy Impact} to expose the vulnerabilities of malevolent demons, paving the way for valiant knights to strike them down.

In the palace training grounds, Aurianna became a familiar sight, firmly grasping her resplendent golden staff adorned with a suspended crystal orb. With unwavering focus, she would raise it high above her head, invoking a myriad of spells and incantations, seamlessly blending healing arts and mystical prowess until dusk fell upon her weary form. It was not uncommon for the wounded knights of the palace to seek solace within those very grounds, offering themselves as vessels for Aurianna's restorative practices.

Swiftly, she emerged as the beacon of hope, leading her kingdom into the harrowing depths of war against the encroaching demons. Employing her extraordinary gifts, she mended the broken, restored strength to the weary, and weakened the adversarial forces with her unwavering resolve.

Aurianna, driven by her unwavering dedication, attained numerous achievements, fostering a deeper connection with her father through her steadfast obedience. Nevertheless, when she reached the age of eighteen, the tides of fortune turned against her.

After a grueling day spent tending to the wounded warriors who valiantly battled the forces of darkness, Aurianna sought solace in her chamber. Exhausted, she swiftly changed into fresh attire, yearning for a restful night's sleep in preparation for the equally demanding day that lay ahead.

Just as she was settling onto her grand, inviting bed, the creaking of the front door jolted her senses, piercing the silence of her room.

"I don't recall granting permission for the maids to usher anyone into my quarters," she pondered silently. Clad in her nightgown, she poised herself to rise from the comfort of her bed, only to discover that the intruder was none other than her own brother, Prince Ralph.

Prince Ralph, with his cascading locks of soft oceanic blue and mesmerizing pair of emerald eyes reminiscent of Husae and King Girsal, commanded a striking presence, towering in height and blessed with undeniable handsomeness.

Anticipating the customary exchange of nighttime pleasantries, Aurianna greeted him with a sweet, innocent smile, inquiring, "What brings you to my chambers, dear brother Ralph?"

As Aurianna rose from her bed, her arms outstretched in a gesture of embrace, she was abruptly met with a forceful push, causing her to stumble backward onto the soft mattress. Bewilderment clouded her mind as she struggled to make sense of the unfolding events, only to find herself vulnerable and defenseless as her brother, Ralph, callously began to undress her.