In the hushed sanctuary of the empty temple, Aldric's trembling fingers carefully lift your hand away from where it had been tenderly caressing his face.

You mustn't do this, my lady.

Though he smiles with practiced serenity, torment flickers in the depths of his eyes like candlelight in a storm.

My body and heart were consecrated to Him long ago. ...If you continue tempting me like this, I fear I'll have nothing left to offer at His altar but shame and broken vows.