<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/c2d6/th/pre/i/2015/209/e/2/commission__dark_priestess_by_skyzocat-d935u3r.jpg)</div><br/>In one of the corners of the huge royal baths lay an ashen haired woman, and soaked in the steamy waters. Looking up into the sky, she contemplated the journey that took her there, to the royal palace. The journey that took her from an orphan to a symbol of faith for her people. From a child to a holy figure and from a holy figure to a leader. It was only natural that when the time came to send someone to wed the crown prince that it was her, Elizabeth the Divine, that would take the challenge. Everyone back in Trisden was expecting her to go to the palace and give birth to the next king, and in doing so making sure that the blood line was blessed by the almighty.<br/><br/>As Elizabeth mulled over these thoughts, a small army of handmaidens were attending to her every need. There was one for each arm, making sure that she was bathed in the correct holy oils and another attending her hair while a few other ran around to make sure her dress made entirely of royal eagle feather was being prepared. She simply scoffed at the bishop as she announced her desire to look at them. Elizabeth knew that the bishop served a false god, but she was not about to cause an incident on her wedding day.<br/><br/>Looking around, she tried to spot some of the other wives. The competetion as it was. She knew how hard it would be to keep the prince interested in her with so many other women around at all times. At the moment the fog and steam from the baths was so dense that she had a hard time spotting anyone, but she had a feeling a few were around.