The carriage came to a heavy stop in front of an isolated, gloomy noble estate hidden deep on the dark edges of the capital. I stepped down onto the overgrown stone path, frowning in disgust as I looked at the old, quiet surroundings. Lucien followed close behind me as a servant led us inside the cold, silent manor.
Waiting in the dim entrance hall was the Pope himself; the moment his eyes landed on me, his face lit up with pure devotion. He hurried forward, bowing his head in deep respect to greet me. "Blessings upon you, Saintess," he murmured softly.
I gave him a polite, sweet smile before looking around the empty hall. "Where is he?" I asked calmly.
