"...There should be no problem with them fighting over and over again. Impressive. I must commend the shrewdness of this new queen."
Nyx left the knight but stopped when she reached the door. "I'll inform my mother." With that, she left the room.
The man who made two gods fight stood at the hull of an airship. His hair fluttered and so did his untied shirt and pants.
He stretched his arms wide and welcomed the wind blasting against his face.
The bright sunlight illuminated him, casting a long shadow on deck.
"What's he doing?" Catalina asked Anna with an amused smile. "I don't know. Cristian can be quite entertaining to watch at times." Anna chuckled.
Both women refused to admit that they were secretly ogling his dashing physique and the otherworldly side view of his face illuminated by the sun.
"You know, for a priestess, you have a wild imagination." Suddenly, Anna heard a whisper and turned.