THALIA did not collapse into her grief, though the divorce trial passed with quiet civility, and whispers followed her from the press— Thalia refused to vanish behind closed doors or let the chatter shatter her composure.
"Pray tell, why Lady Psycheberg graced this fleeting hour?"
Thalia looked at the High Priest Nerian, who stood in his regal white robe with a long, flowing cape, accented with red trim and a prominent golden cross on his chest, along with silver shoulder pauldrons. Indeed, one could say he was a respected leader of the temple next to the Pontiff.
"Forgive my urgent intrusion into this sacred twilight, for pressing matters compel me to seek the Pontiff's wisdom without delay."
As lavender shadows stretched across the land, Thalia, driven by an urgent need for the P
