Ayda’s POV

“How do you know my name?”

I walked down into the sunken base where the priestess and the effigies stood, my hand sliding along the staircase’s banister for support. I was thankful Nicolette and Kathrine had waited outside to give my audience with the priestess some privacy. Now that I knew she was indeed a genuine article, I didn’t want her telling truths to parties I still was unsure of.

“My true ...