Xandar kingdom, the cathedral, 94th floor.
It was the middle of the night, darkness hallowing most of the corners inside the meeting room. The moonlight coming from the window was the only source of light, but it was still dim and weary within. The white moonlight could only reach a single iron table nearby, and on the table there was a pale and delicate hand half-covered in darkness and half showing its beautiful long fingers to the moon, attached with many rings reflecting its light.
Tap!tap!tap!tap!tap!tap!
The delicate finger was tapping on the luxurious iron table, non-stop, showing the owner's impatience and eagerness.
"How much is this woman gonna make me wait. How dare she, I'm the Saintess!!!!!. What if she's the queen. Many kings and emperors bow down to me and wait in line f
