The air outside the Holy Temple was thick with the scent of incense and candle wax, a reminder of the divine presence that loomed over the empire. But only she knew the truth of that divine presence... Nothing but a hoax.
The streets were nearly empty at this hour, with only the occasional flicker of torchlight from patrolling guards. It was the perfect time for a secret meeting.
Annora stood beneath the arching stone entrance of a secluded garden behind the temple, a soft breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees that lined the garden's perimeter.
Her thoughts were far from holy matters.
The Emperor had agreed.
In two weeks, she would be wed to Cassian.
She could already taste the victory on her lips.
