Weylyn sighed quietly, she was tired, she truly felt exhausted. It had been days since she returned from the Eastern shore and she had not gotten a moment of rest.
With Rekya's situation, Weylyn did not dare think of it. But now that Rekya was fine, Weylyn just wanted to have her peace.
The desperation in the eyes of this junior priestess bothered Weylyn greatly and she was not even sure why.
Weylyn had turned away this junior priestess without much thought initially, it was not only because she already had someone else in mind.
Weylyn was someone who lived by her own principles, much like her brother Ronan, she did not see the need to have a priestess with whom she shared nothing in common.
There were no thoughts of intimacy with a priestess on Weylyn's mind, but at the very least, she hoped to form a bond of trust and friendship.
That was only achievable with Rekya and that was why Weylyn had not considered anyone else.
