Chapter 5: Sign It, and We're Done

I wore white the next morning. Not red. Not gold. Plain white, black hair braided tight, one blue stone at my brow. The priests in the colonnade stopped talking as I passed. "Doesn't she always wear red?" "She looks like a different woman. Goddess, I can't even look at her." I didn't look at them. Elder Maeve, First Seer of the Blackthorn line, was at her desk when I put the parchment in front of her. "I want to end my service," I said. "I'm leaving." She set down her pen slowly. Every...