"So, what's your godmother like?" Arthur asked, glancing at Eveline as their carriage rocked gently along the cobbled path.
As promised the night before, he was accompanying her to meet her godmother. The church loomed closer with every passing minute.
Eveline's eyes brightened at the question. "She's an incredible woman. She's cared for every orphan in the church, including me. To all of us, she's a mother figure." Her voice held deep admiration. "She's also the head nun."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Can a head nun just leave the central church like that?"
"Not usually," Eveline admitted, then added proudly, "But when it's a matter of meeting the Saintess, exceptions are made."
Arthur smirked at her boastful tone. "Well, I won't argue with that. You do look like a real Saintess today."
Eveline's cheeks tinged pink at the unexpected compliment.