Dahlia looked around the extravagant room. 'From the previous owner's memories the temple is where she and Cypress had been living until a snobby noble ran them out after Dahlia refused to be his concubine. So why are we back here?'
Dahlia put on a tired and sickly face as footsteps entered the room. In walked a short, plump man draped in jewelry that made him look like a bloated balloon of flesh. He grinned dabbing a greasy hand against his chubby face.
"Oh so the little beggar woke up finally?" He sneered at the sibling pair. "Remember your promise little boy, you work as a stablehand for my pigs now," he laughed at Cypress then turned his greasy, greedy face to Dahlia. "Unless you marry me that is. If you marry me your brother will not have to suffer."
Dahlia gave a blank stare and said is a sick and feeble tone.
"I would not want you to catch what ever I have my grace, the priestess said I will not live much longer. I worry that my loyal little brother has caught it from me as well," Just for extra insurance Dahlia coughed slumping against Cypress's shoulder and put on a good show of being terminally ill.
The greasy faced noble looked disgusted, "Never mind you both can stay here! I don't want your sickness."
Cypress looked after the noble that was retreating with a silk cloth gripped over his face. "Sister the priestess never said that.."