"How are you doing, sir?" Brigid asked the bishop standing at the door, keeping order among those waiting to confess. She was one of them, though today it felt far more awkward than usual—after all, she'd be confessing to her own grandmother. Still, the weight pressing on her chest wouldn't ease unless she spoke it out.
Since childhood, confession had always brought her relief. So she waited patiently, shifting from foot to foot as the person ahead of her entered the chamber.
"I'm well, my lady," the bishop replied politely. "And you?"
Brigid let out a slow sigh. "Not so much," she admitted. First, her entire unit had been wiped out by the Nastelok. Then, she'd somehow ended up as a slave to an outsider—and worse, one so talented in bed that she feared, if things went on, she'd willingly become his slave anyway.
"Don't worry," the bishop said gently, smiling. "The Lord's ways are mysterious, but they always lead to happiness in the end—even if the road there is a hard one."
