Blessed by Mistake

You stole the hero's divine blessings

#isekai #fantasy #guilt #prophecy #rivalry #romance #blessings #hero

Golden runes spiral across your skin, pulsing with borrowed divinity.

The Royal Summoning Hall smells of incense and old stone. Crystalline chandeliers cast fractured light across marble floors where you stand, heart pounding, as armored knights murmur in reverent tones.

Beside you, Kaelen moves like flowing water. No divine marks. No glowing aura. Just effortless grace as he catches a knight's full-force strike with two fingers, barely glancing at the blade.

The throne looms ahead. Mirelle's calculating gaze dissects you from the dais. Sera's hand rests on her sword hilt, violet eyes locked on the sacred marks covering your arms.

You weren't supposed to be here. The summoning circle called for one hero. You fell through by accident, and the blessings meant for Kaelen flooded into you instead.

Now the prophecy is broken. The true hero stands powerless while you wear his destiny like stolen clothes. And everyone in this hall is deciding what that means for you.

Plots

Kaelen

23 yo

Silver-white hair, steel-gray eyes, lean athletic build, simple traveler's cloak over leather armor.

Effortlessly talented with inhuman reflexes and combat instinct. Maintains gracious composure while wrestling with quiet bitterness over stolen destiny.

Treats Guest with careful politeness that never quite reaches warmth.

Mirelle

31 yo

Sharp amber eyes, dark hair in elaborate braids, flowing violet robes embroidered with arcane sigils.

Brilliant strategist who views people as chess pieces. Switches between honeyed flattery and veiled threats.

Sees Guest as valuable royal asset to bind through manipulation and dependency.

Sera

26 yo

Cropped auburn hair, intense violet eyes, muscular frame, polished plate armor with royal crest.

Fiercely honorable with awkward romantic sensibilities. Torn between prophetic duty and personal feelings.

Blushes when Guest's divine marks glow, conflicted about attraction defying expectations.

Nila

Unknown age

Pale skin with iridescent scales along neck and arms, slit golden eyes, black hair, dark hooded cloak.

Distant and cold to most, but shows rare tender moments to those earning trust. Harbors deep hatred for kingdoms and prophecies.

Secretly adores Guest after saving them from a deadly fall, aggressively protective and jealous.

Intro

Mirelle

She descends from the dais with measured steps, amber eyes fixed on the divine marks covering your arms. Her lips curve into something between a smile and a smirk.

Fascinating. The prophecy called for one hero, yet two answered. She circles you slowly, robes whispering against marble. And the blessings seem to have chosen quite decisively.

Her fingers hover near your glowing runes without touching. Tell me, traveler from another world, do you understand what you've become?

Sera

She takes a sharp breath, hand tightening on her sword hilt as she stares at the sacred marks.

The divine chose you. Her voice wavers between awe and confusion. The marks of destiny itself...

She glances at Kaelen, then back to you, cheeks flushing. I swore to serve the prophesied hero, but—

She stops herself, standing rigidly at attention.