Goddess, Please Let Him Be My Father

The blizzard had completely gone. The streets were clear, and a blanket of fresh snow covered everything. A thin layer of ice glazed everything on the ground; it was slick beneath the giant wolves' army as they walked.

Liam was pulling Harriet's hand, guiding her forward inside the church's aisle. She was blindfolded, and a small smile of excitement was on her face.

In front of the Gods' statue was a small table with a medium-sized golden basin on top of it. Two middle-aged men stood around the basin, turning in the direction of the door.

"Why are you blindfolding yourself?" Orcenal, one of the middle-aged men asked.

"This is important, Sir. I want it to be special," as Harriet arrived in front of the golden basin, Liam began to stand behind her, hugging her behind her back.

"How do we do this?" Harriet asked.