The Divine was seated in her chambers of the Grand Cathedral in Val Royeaux. Even when the sun had escaped from the horizon, the song of His Light prevailed. As always — these four years, she found herself drawn to it, listening to every verse as it came and went. Until the Canticle had ended and silence would once more return to the empty halls. Her thoughts and prayers the only thing left to fill her mind.

A brief respite, as with a cautious word, the guard announced a visitor at the hour.