Ophelia turned to Arc and gently squeezed his hand. "Stay here with Sir Zaden, my dear," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "I'll be back shortly."
Arc nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of trust and apprehension. Sir Zaden, a towering figure in formal knight attire, stepped forward and gave a reassuring nod to both Ophelia and Arc.
The clergyman led Ophelia through the reception hall and down a dimly lit corridor, away from the bustling crowd.
The further they went, the quieter it became, until they reached a small, secluded chamber adorned with religious icons and a single lit candle.
Inside, waiting patiently, was a woman clad in the simple yet elegant garb of a high-ranking member of the clergy. Her face was serene, and her eyes were sharp and penetrating.
"Your Grace," the woman greeted, inclining her head in respect. "I am Sister Miriam. Please have a seat."
