It made me sick.
“Doctor Fiona?”
I turned my head to see a scribe appear from behind the door to the left of the altar. As they usually were, he was dressed in a milder, much tamer version of the Bishop’s robes.
With both his hand hidden in his sleeves, he inclined his head respectfully and I did the same.
“If you would come with me please?” He said, gesturing behind him. I followed him out of the main hall and into a much smaller corridor that led to rest of the cathedrals many room.
We stopped in front of a large white door and the scribe gestured at a bench whose legs were carved in the shape of werewolves mid transformation.
“His radiance will be with you shortly.” The scribe said and then he was gone before I could even say a single word.
With no other choice, I sat and I w
