Chapter 53: When Light Casts Shadows (Final Part)
Chapter 53: When Light Casts Shadows (Final Part)
...The woman did not hesitate.
She stepped forward, hands already at her sides as she unfastened her robes with practiced ease. A soft smile played at her lips. It was not one of seduction, but of devotion.
“Praise be to the Wise King,” she whispered as the fabric fell from her body, “Blessed be His light. His flame. His seed.”
Her eyes were feverish with belief.
Lioren watched her carefully.
No shame. No hesitation. Just trembling joy.
He recognized her type. The so called true believers. The ones who would set themselves on fire if it meant being noticed by something holy. She had no idea what waited for her.
And no doubt, she was of common birth. Most likely a poor farm girl that rejoiced with her parents once she was told that she had been chosen, and it was to fulfill a very important task for the kingdom of the wise king.
Lioren bet she told all her village, and all the girls her age envied her, while some went to the church, and begged to be chosen.
How did the saying go again?
'The Poorer or Older the individual, the more religious they were.'