บท 99: 99 — Her Fiancé?

Rolling through the asphalted road, the golden coloured carriage came to a stop. The horseman rushed to open the door for Cynthia while Lucian swung the door open. He then walked before the young lady who was still sitting on her seat and extended his hand.

Taking his hand, Cynthia stepped out of the carriage. 

"Have a pleasant day, Your Highness," the coachman bowed, as he watched the couple head towards the temple. 

The temple was painted white as if covered by snow. It had large silver curved iron columns surrounding the pillars. Statues of the gods were carved before the building, along with a spring from which water kept flowing through. 

It has been a while since I last saw this temple…