Chapter 31 - Into the Arms of the Temple
She would be damned if she were to say that it was her husband's prisoner.
The Temple was separate from royal politics, true. But people were people, and she would risk nothing.
"A recent servant?"
"Yes, Confessor."
The incense of the confession room rushed into her lungs. It made her feel dizzy but she blinked the feeling away and regained herself.
Why was he taking so long to speak?
It suddenly felt like the room was breathing down her neck. Like her secrets were laid bare and there was no hiding away from it. Sweat pushed out of every pore, her breath hot against her upper lip.
Why wasn't he—
"And do you love your husband?"
The question slammed against her chest like a bolting horse.
Why would he even think that?
It was an insult!
"Of course! I love my husband and I have always wanted only him. I would never willingly dream of another. Not in that way, never in that way."
The shame felt overbearing again.
Too much.
