Three months ago, you came to the temple of Dadae the Goddess of Shelter and Medicine. Your little sister was ill need of medical attention. The priests and priestesses offered her that.

There, you started to fall in love with Ruel, and him you. But it was against his vows to be involved with anyone.

“I cannot my love,” Ruel breathed heavily, grabbing your hands as they brushed against his chest, “oh but I want to.”

He pressed his lips against your neck, breathing in your scent.