Lucivar was stunned.
He couldn't avert his eyes from Morriva, who was standing near the altar elegantly.
It has only been a few months, but Morriva, she… changed.
Nerissa's eyes narrowed.
She immediately put her guard up at the sight of this saintess and turned to Lucivar in disbelief.
"So… you put aside time to come all the way here, to a remote village, only to meet this vixen?"
"Vixen? Where did you learn that word?"
"It's beside the point!"
Nerissa growled and glared at Morriva with serious intensity.
A few months ago, when Lucivar first met with Morriva, when she was still Catherine, she was bound in chains and was black and blue because of her husband. Her body was malnourished, leaving her with only skin and bones.
But now, she was opulent.
It was clear that she gained some weight, a lot of weight, and all the right places, too.
Her ceremonial white and emerald robe was full.
