The palace hallway had the greatest of echoes, light and bright, even upon the stormy days its grand windows let in a bouquet of rays. The interior had white marble floors and golden glossy walls, not a handprint or scuff mark anywhere thanks to the servants who work nonstop every day.
Elodie and Faerus were walking side by side, with each stride Elodie takes, her mind became more clear, more resolute. The talk she had a few minutes ago with Faerus, about how the empire changed when she came to their lives made her hopeful that she is more than just a lovestruck lady. Even though she had wanted Faerus, that she yearns for him, hearing him say the words that struck her heart deeply made her sober of her love sickness.
"I have no romantic feelings for the goddess,"
Was what she overheard
