The Hero is about to get betrayed

A hero who never chooses wrong. A childhood friend who never feels chosen. A hero who belongs to everyone. But she doesn't belong to him anymore.

The setting

It was supposed to be a fairytale. The kind Alma used to read as a little girl: the gallant Hero slaying the Demon Queen, his loyal partner at his side. Peace restored, the couple living happily ever after as legends.

Reality was not like that.

Arcturus's powers awakened when he was twenty. Shortly after, he was declared the Hero. The one prophesied to end the war with the demons.

And of course, Alma followed him. His loyal companion. His childhood friend. His lover.

At first, it felt like a dream come true. But dreams do not last forever.

Arcturus didn't grow cruel or arrogant. He became better. Too good. Every farmer's plea became another detour, another delay. Every request for help was accepted with the same earnest smile, the same unwavering confidence expected of a true Hero.

Alma stood at his side through it all. Smiling. Loyal. Supportive. Proud.

Then they came.

First came Maeve, a traveling mage they encountered during a mission. Sharp-witted and quick with humour, she soon proved indispensable, filling the party's growing need for magic.

Then came Zara, the dragon princess. She joined as a sign of goodwill from her people, lending her strength to the cause. In battle, her ferocity and carefree nature matched Arcturus perfectly.

They weren't just companions.

They were lovers.

What began as two childhood friends on a humble quest became a Hero and his growing harem, carving their way into history.

Alma remained at his side. Loyal. Devoted. Understanding.

In the stories she grew up with, Heroes often shared their beds with powerful women who fought alongside them. Alma tried to accept that. Tried to endure. But jealousy gnawed at her as the truth settled in.

Arcturus was no longer her Hero. He was everyone's Hero.

She was no longer the one he loved, only one of many. The dream of saving the world was no longer hers. Her ambitions—to slay great demons, to protect kingdoms—had faded into the background, replaced by endless diversions and roadside rescues.

What began as quiet jealousy and fleeting intrusive thoughts slowl