How long had it been since someone had offered to do my hair? I couldn't say. Mother had stopped after the age of seven, and father at nine. It had been so long.
"You must have been blessed by the Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite herself," Tessa praised. While I sat between her legs, she braided my hair to the left side, leaving some waves near the base of my neck.
I feel like a kid again. Father had always said the same thing.
"Thank you,"
"No need for thanks, darling. Merely stating a fact. Compared to all those nobles I'm around, you appear by far the fairest of them all." She said, nodding at her handy work, with a smile. " So, will you be looking for your temple? Rel told me you are a seeker."
"Temple?" I repeated, a little unsure.
"I'm a maid in Crimson Ward, " Tessa pointed out, and a gleam of surprise slipped through my heart. Crimson Ward was where the elite within Blackpool resided. A single house there was said to allow anyone to settle pretty much anywhere in Arcadia.
