"Watch your words, Bishop Cleymort Thomas," brother Seymour William hissed while he gave the priest— no, the Bishop, a deathly glare. "If I were you, I would not carelessly refer to a princess as a woman. Or else it would cost me my tongue. Don't you agree? Especially you who shares the words of your God," he ended.
"I— dear heavens, I apologize, Your Highness, My Lord," the Bishop in a low tone apologized as he bowed down before my brother. "I apologize to you too, Your Highness, Princess Andraste. I was in the wrong to call someone from the royalty a woman when she is indeed one and is adopted, to be fair," he added.
