Lillith's stomach fluttered with butterflies when she saw Rowan under the tall entrance of the temple.
He was wearing a decorative lightweight armour that every champion before him had worn on their special day. His hair was neatly brushed back and over it, he wore a circlet that matched the one inside a box held by the grand priestess.
"Rowan," she sighed softly with happiness. There was no doubt in her mind that she was the one for him. The clerics of Eos had said so.
"Rowan Windwalker," the grand priestess slowly stood up and called out his name. "Must you continue to profane this sacred place by bringing with you your sinful lover?"
Hundreds of worshippers turned to look at Syryn who felt a rush of ice down his spine. Rowan squeezed his hand gently and reminded him that there was nothing to fear.
"Let Eos decide what is sinful and what isn't," Syryn said to the grand priestess.