Eira, a Chosen Obligate of Ærta, is traveling to fulfill her duty to the continent. When she reaches Verus temple, she finds that what is expected of her is not working in an office with seal pup paintings on the walls but instead delving into the seedy world of kingdom politics. She is required by the temple to debase herself and become whatever is needed to ensure Ætan proseperity, using any means possible. While learning the ways of court politics, she finds herself drawn to not one but two men, who are keeping secrets that throw her life into total chaos.
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"Momma,
We arrived at Verus, whole and mostly unmolested. The temple is as grand as anything I've ever seen back home, even if its people are four snowflakes short of a flurry. The other Troth are great, as are most of the Scion, but Momma, one of them-Scion Ambrose-is a little too interested in this buxom snowbunny! Nan will sort him out soon enough. We may not be in Nortia anymore, but we brought the frost south.
I'm worried that maybe the Goddess got it wrong and I'm meant to be back home cleaning out the coops and keeping the fishing holes ice-free instead of here, ensuring Ærta's prosperity. I suppose, though, If the Goddess chose me to traverse this path, then surely it's the one I'm bound to be on.
Tell Father I love him and to stop crying. I'll be fine.
Love you,
Eira Verras Chulainn,
Obligate Born, Lover of Snacks,
Bullies Bane, Misser of Mom"