The first thing that Lyria noticed was black. The church was built out of black-colored stones. It looked like a huge megalith in the middle of the city. On top of the building, was a spire with a cross at the top.
Then there was a splash of red. The red velvet carpet was strewn from where Lyria’s carriage stopped, all the way to the altar.
There were a couple of stairs before she reached the main door of the church. Her white glass-liked slippers stepped ever so slowly on the blood-colored carpet. It was a deliberation. She waited three seconds to pass on each stair.
It was suffocating. All eyes were looking at here, just like the day before. But this time, each gaze felt like a blow to Lyria’s stomach. It became hard to keep breathing that Lyria had to remind her lungs to inhale and e
