CHAPTER SIX
Aramis sat on a stone bench in the hallway, waiting on Mel. While he didn’t get much rest, he did feel more refreshed. The church had a bathing room which he had taken full advantage of. He’d shaved and cleaned up, as well as washed the blood from his pants. Laying in a bed had been a welcome reprieve from the cramped carriage they had ridden in to get to the temple.
Now he waited impatiently for Mel to finish speaking with the Prophet. Most of the other priests seemed to keep their distance from him. He first thought was that it was because they knew he was the king, but Mel informed him it was because of the mark on his arm. Apparently, Mordum was the sworn enemy of Edria.
Aramis didn’t care about their religious politics. He just wanted the thing removed and his hand heal
