Auriel sealed the letter with her mark, the golden wax glimmering in the candlelight.
Her words were formal but firm, making it clear that her decision to visit Duchess Amara's lands was a duty as the goddess's representative.
It wasn't personal—at least, that's what Auriel told herself.
By morning, the response had reached Duchess Amara. Upon reading it, the Duchess smiled, her lips curling into a sly but triumphant expression.
"She's coming. We've just received a confirmation that the Goddess will be attending our territory as a guest."
She murmured, almost to herself. Her servants, who had been standing silently, perked up at the news.
"We must prepare a reception fit for the goddess. Everything must be flawless. She is the only one for me, after all."
Amara declared, her voice commanding.
