Sarah returned the bow, very confused as to why he was here. "You got invited?" she couldn't help but ask. No priest or nun had ever been to a ball, at least not with their robe on.
"I'm afraid I did not come for the ball," his gaze narrowed on her, and Sarah felt the back of her hair stand, a slight discomfort washing over her.
Perhaps he is not a priest, for she felt no peace around him. All that she felt was the tingle of her toes, out of fear, and the quick darting about the hallway. Where had the maidens and guards gone to?
"Why have you come here then?" her fear was palpable from the crook of her voice, although she hid it well and tried to keep her heart calm. Nothing is wrong, perhaps he had lost his way.
"Oh!" The priest read her discomfort, "Forgive me," he waved his hand, "I have only received a message to be delivered from your father."
"A message?" Sarah couldn't help but ask. Since when do priests deliver messages?
