Suddenly, the young priestess's cheeks flushed as she hastily shook her head to clear her vulgar thoughts. She then glanced around as she yelled.
"Who's in charge of cleaning this area? They should be reprimanded for neglecting their duties!" she said loudly, hoping to hide her embarrassment.
Isode, however, ignored the commotion. "I will escort the emperor out now," she said as she smoothed her robes, her face calm.
The priests and priestesses nodded hurriedly. "Understood, Head Priestess."
As Isode followed behind the emperor, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes trailed his broad shoulders, the regal way his cloak flowed behind him.
Her gaze lingered on his chiseled jawline, his confident stride. Each step seemed otherworldly, as if he commanded the heavens themselves.
'How can a man so radiant and divine exist?'