[Western fantasy + adventure + growth-oriented heroine]
As the "prophet" chosen by the gods, I had to endure the nightmare of being sacrificed every night.
Until I discovered that the supreme being who judged me was secretly kissing my trembling eyelashes.
"What are you afraid of?" He crushed my tears and laughed softly, "You have long been... My only traitor."
Later, when I thrust my dagger into the heart of the world's patron saint.
And he held my bloody hand and completed the final rites.
"Congratulations," he kissed my palm, "my heir."
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Concept: Western fantasy realism