93. Hope to find love

[Zeve’s POV]

The temple was majestic. Tranquil, as if even the walls had reached the highest level of salvation. Safe as if as long as I was there, even death couldn’t touch me.

And though there were no torches ablaze, it was lit with a glowing white light.

I stood outside the temple with Amor, adoring the monumental wonder.

According to the traditions, the bride and groom reach the temple first and only once they have paid tribute to the deity of the temple, their families enter the temple.

The high priestess stood in front of us in pure white robes. Her eyes were covered with a white blindfold. Her hair and eyebrows were white as snow. She looked in her forties.

A white translucent veil covered her face from nose and below, but neither the blindfold nor the veil could hide the divine aura she was emitting. Her closeness felt like home.

In her hand was something that looked like a silver staff with the top designed like two snakes intertwined with one another and in between the