Mira's footsteps echoed softly against the marble floors of the church as she returned to the small cathedral by the corner of the castle.
The sun had barely begun its climb over the horizon, painting streaks of gold across the polished stone. Mira kept her pace measured, her mind heavy with thoughts she rarely voiced.
Ever since childhood, she had been told what to do and what not to do. Honestly, it was a bit suffocating.
"Die for your people!"
"Be righteous and holy."
"Never waver from the path of righteousness."
"Wealth is for the evil!"
Honestly, she was tired of it all.
But no one could find out the truth behind her actions, and she did not want anyone to know.
To survive, she had to do things others might call treacherous. To escape the fate of her bloodline, she was ready to sacrifice her innocence, her decorum, and even the trust of the gods themselves.
'I will survive. No matter what it takes.'
