Alexarius was highly disappointed that the goddess had went back into the temple. She had been so pleasing to gaze upon. Now that the lesser priestesses started to make their picks, he started to shift his belongings on the mule, preparing for the journey home. He couldn't help but feel jealous of those who were being ushered into the temple. They had the chance to look at the goddess once again. He closed his eyes and smiled. The image of her taking off her veil and revealing her face would be forever burned in his mind. At that moment he felt a hand softly clamp down on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see a lesser priestess giving him a small smile. He immediately abandoned his mule and made his way into the temple.
Upon entrance, he took note of the scenery. The temple let in a lot of natural light, but there were candles and incense burning all around. The goddess was seated in the back of the room, guarded by the high priestess. After all the chosen men were inside, two of the lesser priestesses guarded the door to make sure the rejected ones took their leave. "You will all be given places to sleep and food to eat during your time in this process," the high priestess began. "Some of you will be here for a day, others much longer, and one, for eternity." The goddess turned her head slightly to the side. Alexarius was watching her every move, infatuated. He'd barely heard what the high priestess said. At one point the girl leaned down, flicking her floor length veil out of the way to scratch her ankle. This shifted her sleeves, exposing the brown flesh of her arm. Alexarius ran his hands through his hair. How would he ever talk to her? If they were even allowed to speak to a goddess. He hadn't even heard her voice. What did the voice of a goddess sound like?
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The girl was already tired. Today had been so long and now she was expected to play host to these strangers who were looking at her like a piece of meat. She was sure many of them had never seen anyone with her coloring before. She was afraid that that was causing many of them to be dismayed at having been chosen. No matter. If no one amongst them was deemed suitable then they would simply try again, casting the net wider than before. As she scanned the thirty of so men she began to think about the things that she would want in a consort. He would have to be intelligent of course. Well-educated and open to education. Peaceful where she was hot-headed. Handsome, too. If she had to spend eternity with him then he had to be pleasing to the eye. But she also knew that looks faded, and if anything, chemistry was important. The temple priestess said something, startling the girl out of her thoughts. "Yes?" The girl asked. "I asked if you were ready for introductions," she said. "Very well," the girl said.
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One by one they were to be brought up and introduced to the goddess. They had not been instructed on what to say to her. Alexarius wanted to say something that she would remember, but he was also terrified that he wouldn't be able to say anything when the time came. He had never been this infatuated with any of his previous conquests. Perhaps because none of them were divine. She looked bored there, on her throne, being admired by all. He couldn't imagine that any of them would be able to impress her. She had been raised on the highest forms of scholarly and religious texts. She had incredible foresight as an incarnation of Athena. She was a paragon of virtue.
Alexarius watched as men spoke their names and maybe said a few other things to her, but her face was immovable. Her expression unreadable. Eventually, his time came. He approached her cautiously, as though she were made of smoke and would evaporate. She was even more beautiful up close, staring at him with those inquisitive eyes. They dared him to say something that all the others had said. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap, but those eyes never moved. Since she was sitting, he towered over her. "Hello," she said to him in a lyrical voice, formal and detached. "What is your name?" he asked. It was then that her expression faltered. He assumed that up until this point, no one had asked her anything about herself, much less what she was called. "They have always called me Sofia," she said. "I suppose that is fitting. You are wisdom itself," he remarked with a smile. She let out a small laugh, stopping his heart. "Yes, I suppose it is," she paused, "and your name?" He smiled and bowed low. "I am Alexarius." The high priestess let out a small gasp that Sofia could hear, but she did not acknowledge it. Sofia thrust her hand outward. Alexarius grabbed it and softly kissed it, wanting to convey his infatuation in this gesture. He had to stop himself from kissing the length of her arm up to her soft neck and to those beautiful lips. Lips that held behind them the promise of her sweet mouth and tongue. She let out a small quiver, which did not go undetected. He dropped her hand and was then ushered along by the lesser priestesses. He shared a lingering gaze with the goddess and went to join the other men.
Alexarius knew that the people who would be chosen to move forward with the process would be chosen by the priestesses. The goddess would not get a say until the proposed final consort was before her. After the introductions were over, night was among them. Each man was shown where to sleep and given a small meal. Alexarius was able to see the goddess, Sofia, once again before he went to sleep. Seeing her stalk to the other side of the temple to her room, face illuminated by candles, garments dragging the floor, a searing look, filled him with need. His member began to swell, but he held off on touching himself. He couldn't do that in a temple.
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"He is the one," the temple priestess said.
"You don't know that," Sofia said, rolling her eyes. "There are thirty men here. After one conversation with number 11, you want him to be my consort."
"I am only stating facts, my child. He is named "One who wards off war." You are a goddess of intelligence, war strategy! It is complementary. It is written. Tell me you felt nothing when he touched you." The priestess argued.
Sofia hesitated. She knew the priestess was right with respect to those points, but Sofia was loath to choose a consort based on so little. "I did," she agreed, "but I have never been touched by a man." The priestess sighed. The girl was so stubborn at times.
"Your caution will serve you well, but you must learn to recognize a sign from the gods when it is in front of you," the priestess advised.
Sofia was fully aware now that Alexarius was the temple priestess's favorite, she would push him along in the process. He would at least make it past tomorrow, past the next elimination.