Valia, who had her ears pressed against the carriage window, flinched. She couldn’t see what was going on outside, but she already knew that the situation outside wasn’t good. She wondered whether to answer or not.
“I’m Philemon, the Great Holy Priest,” the man continued. “I have something to tell you, My Lady, so please open the carriage door and come out. I swear to God that I will never harm you.”
The priests looked at the couple, half-worry and half-concern written on their faces.