Chapter 30 - Into the Arms of the Temple
"Confessor, I have sinned." Ismena's voice seeped through the room, confined by the ball walls of the small space, muffled by the black curtains that shielded the bars that kept the each of them on their assigned sides.
It sounded nothing like her own.
Deeper.
As deep as her throat would permit.
The Confessor on the right and her, the sinful, on the left.
She tugged on her black scraf, as if she was scared that she would be recognized, even though she was fully clothed in a black cape and hood that concealed all of her. Even though she had waited for Haron to reluctantly join one of his long meetings with his officials before coming here. Even though she had slipped out of the castle using on of the secret passageways she had used to two years ago and had sworn to never make use of again. Even though, she was alone, with none of her handmaidens and the full knowledge that no one from the castle knew that she was at the Temple.
