by FluffyIsGod
Orianna has spent her life standing at thresholds. At dawn she runs the city walls until her lungs burn.By midday she inspects permits at the gate, catching lies no one else cares to notice.At night she kneels beneath candlelight and asks for clarity from gods who have never answered her. In a world where faith determines worth and blessings shape destiny, Orianna remains unseen. She is disciplined, observant, relentless. Not chosen. Not favored. Not radiant. She has been told her place.She has been reminded of it often. But endurance is a kind of defiance. Orianna does not seek glory. She does not crave admiration. She only wants proof that she is more than an afterthought in a kingdom ruled by divine judgment. What she does not yet understand is that the world has been watching her all along. And when the power she has prayed for finally reaches her, it will not arrive as light. It will arrive as consequence. Some blessings elevate. Some expose. And some will force her to decide what she is willing to become in order to survive.
