Chapter 50: Waiting

Sorin smiled and added, "Though I wish I could have seen their faces when they learned you were meant to be the next high priest. Poor Angelos would have retired to bed for the entire day, to know he had to endure training you in divine matters all over again."

Cerant smiled crookedly. "We were both terrible students as boys, but I don't know many boys who are good students—especially when one is the crown prince who can get away with anything and the other an orphan with no respect for authority. How did we wind up here?"

"Only the Goddess knows," Sorin replied and finished his wine. "But I think people are more encouraged to have you as priest than king."

"I think people are tired of weak kings," Cerant said. He looked around his office. "I thought it would feel stranger being here and not in the keep itself … but as much as I longed to be home and doing what I was born to do, this feels more right. Perhaps we all needed drastic change."