Holy ( III )

Eldrige raised his hand as slowly, a hush fell amongst the crowd. Lumielle smiled up at him, the red rose necklace around her neck glistening in the sunlight.

"Then, I announce the commencement of the Summer Festival."

He stood up, his eyes peering down at his daughter. Golden eyes watching as she curtsied towards him out of respect. The Princess had walked in with the Archbishop as if to consolidate that she was loved by the Church. Every day, she seemed to become more daring.

The crowd roared in approval as he swiftly left the box. Lumielle watched her father retreat. He had never stayed to watch over such events. Not even when her brother was participating.

Offering his hand once more, Jenoix gave her a warm smile. "Thank you," Lumielle said as he helped her down the steps.

"Hearing words of gratitude from the Princess warms my heart."

She didn't react to his words. It would bode well to keep him close. His power was unrivaled when it came to the Church.