"Take me to the temple, Tamar." It was a sudden request Micah made after lying in bed doing nothing.
She was dressed in a red gown, her sun-kissed skin glowing. Her black curly hair was packed in a bun. But all that beauty was hidden under a white cloak with a hoodie that concealed her face.
"Your Grace, you will need some guards to escort you; shall I send for them? Tamar asked as she dropped the folded clothes on a cushion in the chamber.
"Arranged a royal carriage, with some baskets of fruits and the leftovers from the kitchen. Quick now, hurry! Micah said as she took off her earrings. She was going to the temple to mourn her fate, the destiny the gods have chosen for her.
Two knights and a royal carriage were arranged for Micah; she also insisted that Tamar, her handmaid, should e
