BACHUÉ:
"I don't blame you for what happened," said Julieth Duarte.
"What?" She snapped me out of my trance.
"You know, what happened last night at the dance. The fire. It was not your fault."
"Oh, thank you, Lady Juliet."
"Many blame you, I know," she continued, "but… I don't. How could you be responsible for what someone else did?"
"Oh, you are very kind, Lady Julieth."
We were both in a carriage, heading for the Upper Temple, the epicenter of the Alba Terra faith. Julieth told me that she wanted to show me the most exotic and interesting places in the city.
And the Upper Temple and the abbey next to it were one of those places.
"The truth is thanks to you I was able to go outside to breathe fresh air," Julieth confessed.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because my father forces me to study and spend all day in the mansion, learning how to run the family. He says that I must be prepared for when he is gone."
