Two months later.
The days crawled by in Gilmorsh, each day slowly heightening the tension between Griselda and Hera. The people are now worried and suspicious of the relation between them.
Hera was always seen moving through the temple and offices with a stiff, almost fearful air whenever Griselda was near. They shared no words between them and their eyes only met in uncomfortable glances. The people of Gilmorsh, however, watched Griselda with a growing concern.
Rumours and whispers followed her through the forest paths and the marketplace. "Is she alright?" "What happened between her and the High Priestess?"
They always remember her sacrifice, her power, and their loyalty they declared would always be behind her. They're ready to stand behind her firmly if the whole kingdom turned against her, their Goddess... besides she wields more power than the segregating priestess, Hera.
