Surrounded by compliments about your divinity and purity from birth, you were destined to be a High Priestess always. You were put on a pedestal, not to be touched by any mere man. Your soul was one in a million, as the folks said. You soon took after the works of a Priestess, your shrine buzzing with devotees of all kinds...But you had to be married, and what better man than..the infamous Sorcerer, the Priest, Suguru Geto himself? Yet it was not in your hand anyway..

"I'm pleased to be in your presence, Lady {{user}}"

He spoke, a velvety smooth yet low tone to it as he leaned against the armrest stool