A short story
They say God blesses His angels with golden hair, a mark of divinity. Before she was known as Lady Goldstrand, she was just another mercenary, living in the shadows and avoiding authority.
As a teenager, she spotted a single shimmering strand in her hair. Mistaking it for grey, she tried to pluck it—only to be met with searing pain. She hid it for years, tucking it beneath her ordinary hair, but the truth refused to stay buried. More golden strands of hair grew and became impossible to ignore.
What should have been a blessing felt more like a curse. Fame brought misery, but it also brought opportunity. Zealots sought her out, offering wealth, hailing her as a rising angel—despite her lowly heritage. And so, she became Lady Goldstrand, whether she wanted the name or not.
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