The Saintess had been here for a week.
A whole week. No... more than a week.
It was supposed to be a polite religious visit—an inspection of the southern diocese, a smile for the nobles, a blessing for the Leonidus lands. Aiden had even reassured the mansion that she would stay only a day or two.
But one thing led to another.
And now the holiest woman in the kingdom was sleeping under the same roof as a man pretending to be her sacred Prophet.
Aiden had to keep up the Lucifer persona longer than he ever intended. It meant long hours of scripture talk, political maneuvering, and divine posturing.
It meant he couldn't slip back into the soft beds of the Leonidus women—not once—not even to calm them down.
And the women were not taking it well.
Inside the Leonidus mansion's moonlit tea hall, seven women sat gathered around a polished obsidian table. The night was windless; even the chandeliers did not sway, as if the air itself feared the tension brewing between them.
