A Flower Blooming in the Tyrant’s Grasp

Cecilia, the sinful saint who led her homeland of Delucia to ruin. She believes all that remains for her is a hell of lifelong suffering and atonement….
But the man of prophecy she meets on the threshold of death is none other than Thesius Vizencerka, crown prince of the empire.

“You have an ability like this, and you expect me to believe it’s your first time? There’s no way Delucia would have left you alone.”
“No one knew. Only Your Highness knows.”

Overcome by sensation, Cecilia pulled him into her arms. The heat burning through her body could only be quenched by their union, so she throws herself into it willingly.

How lonely it is to love a man who does not trust you.
She wants to pull away, yet she keeps getting entangled, drawn in deeper and deeper, and comes to accept her fate as a saint.