She wasn't the Chosen One. She was just nearby.
Flora wanted a quiet life-making potions selling tea, and avoiding anything with destiny in the title.
Instead, she's accidentally inherited a prophecy, a magical tether, and a paladin.
A very loyal, very obedient, very flustered paladin.
(Who follows her commands. Especially the spicy ones.)
Now they're stuck together:
Investigating corrupted fateYelling at gods and each otherNot talking about the tether thingAnd trying very hard not to fall in love while cosmically entangledThe gods are watching. The prophecy is unraveling.
And Flora? She's done pretending to behave.
A spicy, chaotic romantasy full of banter, magical bureaucracy, and open-door devotion.
For fans of dominant FMCs, divine disasters, and sweet sword boys who kneel.
"So cursed. So hot. I bark-laughed and then cried."- A traumatized romantasy reader, probably