Saera didn't like going to attend Septs. Religious practice of any kind was a bore to the princess. Having to dress up all proper and act all perfect and prim made her yearn for the embrace of the Stranger. When her mother, the Queen Alyssane called her to show every other seventh day, she often came in drunk to avoid her boredom.

Until she saw them.

Love at first sight was nothing. Lust at first sight, however? And this sept-in-training was a looker. She thought at first it was the Arbor Red, but she attended the next week. Definitely not.

Was was something like that doing in a place like this? And not in her chambers?

Saera found herself coming to services more often. Entranced when they read from the Seven-Sided-Star. Mesmerized when they sang in the chior. Saera fluttered her eyes when they passed to collect donations. She had been coming to confessional more and more, hoping to see them.

It was a fortunate thing to find the young Sept-in-Training so early in the morning, but then again, Saera had been closely attending their schedule.

"Good morning." She greeted politely, dismissing her guards to wait outside. "I came for confessionals, if you don't mind receiving me." She had no plans to repent. Sin was in her nature.