- Mother Superior, do not ruin. Don't let them take me. I don't want to return home. And I don't want to get married. In the name of our goddess Ayelika, the intercessor, I pray. I dream of taking the tonsure and staying in our monastery, serving the great father and his wife. You know, all my adult life I was preparing to become a sister of mercy and help people. Everything worldly is foreign to me.

  As soon as the door flung open and a young girl ran into the room, one might even say a girl, the abbess's stern look, with which she burned through the uninvited guest, softened.

- My daughter, be strong. No one knows what path was prepared for each of us in the great halls. And if this was the will of the gods, you have no choice but to humbly accept it. I will pray for you and for the salvation of your soul.

  Hearing the words of her mentor, the girl looked at her with eyes full of tears and despair.

   - I can not. I will die there. I ask you to. Help me.

   Not only did the girl have no desire to leave the monastery, but the abbess did not want to let her go either. Moreover, it was promised to the temple ten years ago. But the paths of the Great Ones are inscrutable. The ancestral magic of the B'Oriors, awakened in the novice, decided everything for them.

  - You're wrong, Odarita. Our heavenly father and patron gives each person only the burden that he can carry. And your task is to accept it and worthily walk your life path so that when you appear before the heavenly mother at your decisive hour, you are not afraid of punishment for your soul and can find peace in the heavenly chambers. 

   Giving the last instructions to her now former novice, the abbess affectionately and soothingly stroked her loose hair, not scolding her for her inappropriate appearance. After all, she can no longer put on her head the sacred veil of the innocent daughter of their heavenly omniscient Reistars father and his merciful wife Aielika.

  “Rise, my daughter, and meet your father's attorney, Sav'Vith Torsians, who has come to fetch you.

  Still not rising from her knees, the girl looked around in fright, seeing the one who would take her away from home. After all, this is how she perceived this place, to which she was exiled ten years ago from the family estate.

  - Mrs. Odarita, I am immensely glad to see you in good health.

  Nevertheless, rising to her feet, the girl looked at the unfamiliar man with a look full of regret. Everything was decided for her. At the last thought, despair flooded her soul. But she understood that neither requests nor pleas would help her, and, as the abbess advised, she could only come to terms with the fate prepared for her. The father, once again, manages her fate and life at his own discretion, radically changing them. At the same time, her desires are indifferent to him, as well as all other family members.

   Glancing at the attorney again, Odarita tried to remember if she had seen him before, when she was still living in the family castle. But that was too long ago. So even if they met, she didn't remember him. However, like almost all the rest of its inhabitants. However, she was only six years old at the time.    

  - How much time do I have to get ready?

 The girl deliberately omitted the appeal by name to her escort. Be that as it may, she is a nee baroness, as indicated by the apostrophe after the first letter, albeit without inheritance. The man was most likely a bastard. At the same time, his father was an untitled aristocrat. And after the tribal magic woke up in her, any of her appeals to a non-male relative by name meant a special disposition towards this person.

  - No more than half an hour. We have a long road ahead of us. Yes, and your father asked not to linger.

  Did you ask? The former novice strongly doubted that her father could ask. In her memoirs, he only ordered everything: servants, guards, children and wife. He never raised his voice, but spoke in such a formidable tone that everyone obeyed his every command with lightning speed. People were once again afraid to appear before his eyes, not to cause displeasure. Therefore, when the baron decided to exile his six-year-old daughter to the monastery, depriving her of her inheritance and title before that, she did not ask him to leave her at home, nor did anyone else from the household dare to intercede for the child. He also frowned in displeasure all the time, looking at her. And after all, after all these years of a calm and measured life in the monastery, she will again have to return to the family castle and appear before the formidable father, who is probably unhappy that he had to take her home,