A woman walked gracefully through the towering arches of the Eternal Palace of Khairo, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. The palace was a marvel of grandeur, its golden domes glinting in the sunlight that filtered through windows. Pillars of alabaster and jade lined the expansive hallways, and the air was thick with the scent of rare incense burning in ornate braziers. This was the kind of wealth of a nation blessed by a dynasty that stood for half a millenia , blessed by their god.
Her hair, blacker than the deepest night, cascaded down her back like a silken veil, accentuating the regal poise she carried. She was Shuaa, the High Ecclesiastic, a vessel of divine authority and wisdom, and now a mother-to-be. Her hand instinctively rested on her rounded stomach, her skin glowing with the vitality of pregnancy—a gift she cherished as the blessed carrier of her beloved god's son.
