"Thank you, Divine One, for agreeing to such a short notice ceremony." Everyone, including the king himself, kneeled in front of Evelyn. "We cannot express how much of an honor it is for us to be able to serve you like this."
Hearing the words of their King, the rest of the elves nodded in agreement. The woman they were addressing, on the other hand, was busy lost in her own thoughts.
'This was a mistake. Even though I am dying, I want to die in his arms. Not alone where I do not even know where he is.'
She started to regret her choice of sending the mage away from herself.
"Divine One?" As if sensing she was not paying attention to them, the priestess came forward and called out to her. Seeing Evelyn look at her with an indifferent gaze, she became surprised as she always recalled seeing warmth in those eyes. She shook her head to remove the thoughts before continuing. "Can we start the ceremony?"
