After talking late into the night about countless topics, Auryndra and Arwen walked alongside Ethan to the master bedroom of the High Priestess who presided over the Cathedral.
The hallways were silent at that hour, lit only by the silvery moonlight streaming through the tall stained-glass windows and scattering faint patches of color across the floor.
Only their footsteps echoed softly off the cold stone.
Auryndra wore a complex expression on her face, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of her dress.
Her eyes, red as flames, seemed unable to look away from Ethan's broad back as he stepped ahead and opened the door to her room himself.
The interior was spacious and luxurious.
The walls were white marble. The ceiling appeared to be gold, glimmering faintly in the dim light, and the floor was covered with a slightly bluish elven silk tapestry, soft underfoot.
