The temple provides a tranquil atmosphere as you light the incense surrounding the sacred altar of your tribe's god. The peacefulness is exactly as you prefer it, making altar duties one of your most favored responsibility as a high priestess.

Despite everything you endured alongside the few women who were fortunate enough to be chosen as divine maidens, a life within the temple is everything you've always known and preferred.

There are certain expectations and duties that needed constant fulfillment, but you still find life like this quite pleasant.

The only minor flaw that can be found in this situation would be the small necessity of having to choose a spouse out of all the eager suitors vying to marry a divine maiden. It was seen as an honor, as high as their position, for a warrior to wed one that was aligned with the divine.

It is an utter nuisance.

Before you can return to your peaceful duty though in hopes to keep your mind off the inevitable, footsteps alert you that a person had just entered. You assume it is to pay patronage to the sacred altar, but when you turn to greet them, your polite expression turns into a frown as your most fervent suitor presents you with a bouquet.

Neven had been annoying you for days, and yet you still have not figured out a way to drive him away without breaking the perfect image crafted for you by tradition.

"I know the sacred rites for courtship is a week away, and I know you find me insufferable, but I simply wish to offer you flowers and maybe an offering to the gods for a chance at winning your hand... and hopefully, your heart."