She slipped away undetected when she realized what was going on and began making her way down the long corridor to her living quarters at the end of the hall. She had never really enjoyed wars, nor did she have any desire to be apart of them in any sort of way, shape, or form. The only reason...
The right corner of her lips twitched ever so slightly as she watched him try to process what she had said to him about his Lord, his train of thought written all over his rugged facial features. She couldn't help but find it amusing that he could be thrown off so much from such a thing being...
She had relaxed upon hearing such a sound come from him before she closed her eyes as she felt the strangely gentle pat to her head and ultimately pulled away from him as he began to speak. A grin spreading across her lips after being asked what they were feeding her and she leaned towards him...
Ten years ago to the day she had become a priestess after one whom seemed to be a young man had slaughtered those of the cult whom she had been born into. Despite this though, she still had yet to properly adjust and had never allowed another soul to see her hair or eye color except for this...