"My dear husband," she began, her voice soft but gaining strength with each word. "I've been thinking about something important, and I believe it's time we address it as a family."
Young Viscount Horas raised an eyebrow, a bemused smirk on his lips. "And what might that be, my dear?"
She hesitated for only a moment before plunging forward. "I think it's time for you to undergo a sacred ceremony—a rite to purify your soul and strengthen your bond with the god we serve."
The room erupted in murmurs, the gathered nobles exchanging surprised and curious glances. Horas's expression darkened instantly, the smirk vanishing from his face.
"What nonsense is this, Hana?" he snapped, his tone sharp and dismissive.
"It's not nonsense," she replied, her voice steadier now. "You are a man of faith, a devotee of the god. A sacred ceremony would only enhance your standing and bring honor to our household."
