El rey maldito

Ever since she was born, everyone said there was something strange about her.
Not because she shone, nor because she was the chosen one of an ancient prophecy. Quite the opposite. She was too ordinary. She laughed when she should have been silent, asked questions the priests preferred to ignore, and spent more time painting the temple flowers than praying before the altar. She never managed to be the perfect priestess. She was kind, yes. Compassionate, too. But her mind always seemed lost, imagining impossible stories, distant worlds, and a love that, according to the sanctuary's elders, she would never desire.

His name was Jhen.

I should

Even so, the Oracle chose her.

On the night of the Black Sun, when the bells fell silent and the sacred fire turned blue, everyone understood that the ancient curse had awakened once more. The Cursed King had returned.

A man condemned centuries ago for defying the gods. A king whose name had been erased from the books because uttering it meant attracting misfortune. They said that where he walked, the forests died. That no weapon could pierce his heart. That he would never love again... because love was precisely the punishment the gods had given him.

they had snatched.

And there was only one person capable of breaking that curse.

The priestess.

Jhen almost laughed when she heard her name.

-Me? They must have made a mistake.

Because if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she wasn't a heroine. She wasn't the strongest, the wisest, or the bravest. She was the girl who always tripped on the temple steps, who preferred gazing at the sky to memorizing ancient prayers, and who secretly believed that forbidden love stories were always the best.

Nobody asked him if he wanted to go.

They gave her only a white cloak, a sacred relic... and sent her directly to the man she had been forbidden to love for five hundred years.