"Saintess, you have a visitor." One of my attendants gently called out to me as I sat before the alter, hands clasped, eyes shut and praying.

My so-called visitor didn't seem to have much patience as I heard heavy footsteps and my guards' seemingly meaningless strain against whoever was forcing their way into my sanctuary.

I remain unmoving in my position, but I feel it. The commanding presence that just entered this room. I turn to find the blood-soaked war general of our kingdom.