After the coronation, I am pushed into Lemuel’s room after dressing up in a see-through nightie—something that I dream of wearing for mine and Aaron’s first night after marriage. And yet, here I am, standing before this young-looking Ruler who is older than I am, at least in my current age, excluding my previous life.
“Holly, where are your things?” he asks, to fill up this silence.
I look around. Servants are still clamoring around us as they place the scented oil and take care of the light. They move towards him, remove his clothes, and put him into a robe. We stand facing each other while waiting for these servants to leave. I just can’t understand what’s taking them so long?
“You mention you need to do something before, right?”
“Yes,” I answer as little as possible.
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