At the corner of the sanctuary, there was a small door that led to small room filled with candles. The room was also made of gold and it shone in the light of the flickering candles— gentle and calm.
The room was pretty simple, and had nothing but a single bed decorated with white blanket without any pillow.
Father Fredric put Rose gently on the bed. Rose who had been enduring for almost seven hours, felt the softness touching against her back, here breathes heavy yet gentle.
'Whatasurprise!' Father Fredric thought while undoing his cloths slowly, 'Iknewonedayoranothershewouldcometous, buttothinkthatthetimewouldbethissoonisrathermarvellous.'
He put off his garments— the divine rob which was a symbol of guidance. His eyes laced with sinister intensions. He glanced at Rose— the young flower yet to bloom fully, who lied on the bed without any cloths. Her body seemed to be merged with the bed— soft and radiating.
