For The Ruin Of The Fake Saintess

Prologue “It seems we have an uninvited guest.” The light filtering through the black veil vanished, and a long shadow fell over her. Claire slowly lifted her head. Theobalt Dwyn Verhaim. Once the First Prince of the mighty Arcadia Empire. Stripped of his title, he had sought refuge in the temple and rose as Captain of the Holy Knights on his own merits. “Claire.” His deep voice lingered in her ear. In such close proximity, even through the veil, his prominent nose and lips were perfectly visible. Had he just come from training? His bare torso carried the quiet scent of the forest. Any other woman might have flushed at the sight, but Claire found herself almost grateful for the veil that concealed her ruined face. With composed restraint, she pushed him back and bent her knees in a proper