Chapter 10: Princeling, Part 5
They walked in silence the rest of the way to the temple that resided behind the castle. The two were divided by a river, actually a branch of the Great River. An enormous bridge of gleaming white stone spanned it, the second bridge to be built after the first had been destroyed in the early days after the war.
At midmorning it bustled with all manner of people making the trek between the two buildings, either returning from the recently concluded prayers or headed to attend the late prayer hour. Raffé winced at the sunlight but resisted an urge to shield his face with his hands. It hurt. He hoped he got used to it sooner rather than later and could walk about as unaffected as Telmé.
"It will get better," Telmé said with a laugh. "You are handling it remarkably well for whatever that is worth, especially since the last one as sensitive as you was Håkon."
"Why the sensitivity?"