The vast hall of the temple echoed with the soft hiss of the rain pattering against the stained glass windows.
At the far end, on the altar of polished black obsidian, knelt a woman. She wore simple white robes, and her hair, an ethereally beautiful gold, seemed to softly glow under the lights of a thousand candles.
She didn't even seem like a noble from her attire. The only peculiarity was the pristine white blindfold that covered her eyes.
Alyssane froze at the threshold of the temple. Her erratic heartbeats suddenly started to grow louder. She slowly turned, deciding to flee before she was heard.
But she had barely moved when the soft melodic voice stopped her. "If you leave now, you will fall sick in the harsh weather."
Alyssane, startled, managed a silent nod. She was sure she had not made any sounds when she entered the temple, but now she doubted herself.
"Thank you," she added, "Your Majesty.
