Damon blinked, unsure if she was joking. He had unconsciously assumed priestesses would be stiff, reserved, distant.
Clearly, that assumption had been wrong.
"You are the fairest flower in this garden," he said smoothly, ignoring the murderous look Wendy was giving him.
Tamia's face turned red almost instantly.
"I… you flatter me, my lord. If you desired any of my sisters, you would only need to court them."
Damon looked genuinely surprised.
"Aren't priestesses meant to be celibate? I thought you wouldn't be allowed love or marriage."
Tamia shook her head gently, smiling.
"What kind of wicked god would forbid his priestesses from finding love?"
Damon paused.
In his mind, he had imagined strange rituals, vows of eternal devotion, lifelong solitude in the name of their deity.
She stopped walking and turned to him.
"The temple encourages us to find love. We are only required to remain pure before marriage. That rule exists to protect us, not to restrict us."
