Chapel Of Qidan Castle
The Chapel was old enough yet elegant with brightening stone walls, blazing new benches, quiet air tinctured with the scent of incense, candles and solidly Anglican smell of musty prayer books, metal polish and flowers.
Queen Salena took her steps through the luminously lit passage, the floor of encaustic tiles.
The door was right beside the Great Hall. Its white-painted shiny walls ran the whole west end of the Chapel. All the people from there bowed to the Queen.
Salena stopped in front of the father in cassock around his 60. "Father. I hope your health is well." She bowed to him.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Father responded politely and bowed to her as well.
"I'm pleased to hear that, Father." Salena smiled faintly. But it vanished in seconds. "Father. I told you..
