Elise stood from her seat, gripping the edge of the obsidian table so hard that her knuckles turned white. Tears welled up in her eyes, the rest of the room tensing.
"Trusting the gods cost me everything," she whispered. "My soul, my freedom, my purity…my family. Now, they want you to sacrifice the same. Don't let them. Don't try and fight the demons."
Undill exchanged a look with Father Ithris, who gave a slight shake of his head.
"Your case was…regretful, but the king of Brithlite was within his rights. Your family promised you to his son, and with his untimely death, it became incumbent on him to fulfill the treaty. However, don't try to play your lascivious nature on the church. The gods don't care if you sleep with one, or a hundred, so long as you do their will," Undill said.
Her voice could have frozen fire. Elise squeezed her eyes shut, quivering uncontrollably. I reached out, placing a hand over hers. It was cold, sucking the warmth from my body.
