There's only one way to hide a sin that'll get you hanged, and that's to reveal a sin that'll get you whipped. A young woman sneaking out at night, returning hours later…come on, everyone assumes the worst from your age group, so why not use that to your advantage?
"It is as I feared, but that is not why I am here. Still, your local Church authority and parents need to know of this. You have your whole future ahead of you, and the choices you make now decide which path leads to that future." Disciple Kaine waits for you to reply…you could try to spin things as positive if you're smooth enough.
[Check versus Suave: pass]
You have gained renown
You passionately yet politely declare your love for him, of your hopes and dreams together, and of getting married after this winter has passed. You had to throw a name out there, so why not Bregan's? The two of you did talk about marriage before, though not in the sense that you're describing it to the clergyman. It feels odd describing the redhead of all people as proper husband material, but Kaine seems to be buying it.
"To be young and in love. While I can't say the Church permits it, perhaps I will let you tell your parents of this Bregan in your own time. I wish you and him the best of luck together."
After that bit of questioning is over, the conversation grows considerably lighter. It seems as if Disciple Kaine is in no great haste to leave your living room, so you have to oblige the warrior-priest a while longer. You are rudely interrupted by an orc who nearly breaks down your front door. It is soon to be a common occurrence.
"Sir, you're going to want to take a look at this." She speaks with a tight urgency that fuels nightmarish possibilities inside your head. A female orc in black priestly robes is a weird sight, to be sure; most orcs you know shy away from the Church, opting to sleep in on Sundays. Kaine rises calmly, though you can see a sudden anticipation light up his eyes. "It would seem I must bring our talk to an end. Fates go with you, Ronald Dunhall."
The two wearing cossacks head outside to discuss matters in private. Little do they know how well one can hear through these flimsy wooden planks. "…wedged right into a giant oak, an icicle that had to be twenty foot in diameter at the base. Just started to melt, had to be recent."
Your heart is still beating—you know this because it feels as if it's lodged up in your throat. But it's the words Kaine replies with that make you feel as if you're choking on it. "So this is where the lichborn ran off to. Send word to the…boys, orders from the Golden Throne itself. I do believe we're about to start a war."