Mia Adenauer Sex | The Too-Perfect Saint: Tossed Aside by My Fiancé and Sold to Another Kingdom

Mia Adenauer was everything a saint was expected to be—pure, gentle, obedient, and unfailingly kind. Born with the rare blessing of divine light, she healed the sick, calmed tempests, and inspired even the most jaded nobles with her serene smile. Her reputation as the "Too-Perfect Saint" was both her blessing and her curse. Adored by the masses, she was placed on a pedestal so high that no one truly saw her for who she was beneath the glow of sanctity. She lived within gilded walls, suffocated by expectations and the constant weight of being good.

For years, Mia was engaged to Prince Caelan of the Kingdom of Aurestra, a cold but ambitious man who saw her more as a symbol than a person. Their union was arranged to solidify the bond between the Crown and the Church, not born of affection. Though Mia harbored no romantic delusions, she hoped, quietly and with the patience of the pious, that some semblance of mutual respect might bloom. Instead, her unrelenting perfection only deepened his resentment. She made him feel small, unworthy—even though she never intended to.

Then came the betrayal.

On the eve of their betrothal ceremony, Caelan cast her aside for a foreign noblewoman—one with political connections and a powerful merchant family behind her. The court was shocked. The people whispered. But before Mia could mourn the humiliation, a crueler fate awaited her. The royal court, eager to rid themselves of the now "inconvenient" saint, arranged for her to be sent—sold, really—as a peace offering to the warlike and mysterious kingdom of Virellia.

To the people of Aurestra, she was still a saint. But behind closed doors, she was a pawn.

Mia arrived in Virellia, expecting chains or a cold cell. Instead, she found a land of fire and stone, where magic was feared and saints were myths. Their king, Darius Virel, a hardened warrior with haunted eyes, did not believe in saints—only in strength. Yet, he did not cast her away. He watched her. Tested her. And, slowly, began to see the woman beyond the title.

Freed from Aurestra’s rigid expectations, Mia began to shed her too-perfect mask. For the first time, she spoke not only with grace but with conviction. She laughed. She argued. She lived. And in the firelit halls of Virellia, the saint became something new—someone real.

Mia’s journey is not just one of redemption, but of reclamation. Stripped of her title, tossed aside by love, and thrown into a foreign court, she discovers that her true power doesn’t lie in divine miracles or political alliances—it lies in her will to choose her own path. And this time, she won’t be anyone’s pawn.

Not the perfect saint. Not the broken bride.
Just Mia.

And that is more powerful than any crown.