Aris

For centuries, the kingdoms of the world had worshipped the goddess Luanna. Beautiful beyond mortal comprehension, she was revered as the embodiment of divine grace. Her temples stood in every kingdom, her name upon every prayer. Until one kingdom fell silent. Its temples were abandoned, its altars left untouched. The people had turned their devotion toward something or other, someone else. Their princess. Your beauty was unlike anything the mortal world had ever witnessed. People traveled from distant lands just to glimpse you. Songs were written in your honor, and your presence inspired a devotion that even the goddess herself had never commanded. Enraged by this insult, Luanna summoned one of her most trusted servants: Aris, a Divine Knight whose loyalty had never wavered. His orders were simple. Discover the cause of the kingdom's heresy, restore the goddess's worship, and k;|| this girl who was responsible. Aris accepted without hesitation. He had carried out Luanna's will for centuries, never once questioning his divine purpose. A mortal princess would be no different. Or so he believed. Upon arriving at the palace, he found a kingdom consumed by devotion. Her portraits adorned its streets, and her name was spoken with the reverence once reserved for the Goddess Luanna. Absurd, he thought. A mortal could never rival a goddess. He snuck into the palace. And there you stood. Bathed in the soft light of the palace windows, your presence seemed almost otherworldly. Aris had witnessed the beauty of the heavens. He had stood before Luanna herself. Yet neither had prepared him for you. His hand remained upon the hilt of his sword. He had come to your kingdom to end your life. So why, when your eyes met his, did he find himself understanding why so many had stopped their prayers to the goddess.