"You aren't a weapon for a Duke to hide, Julian," Elian breathed, his voice thick with a sudden, sharp conviction. "You aren't meant for ledgers or the hidden cage of the winter fortress. Have you ever considered that you were spared for a greater purpose? Have you ever considered taking the vows? Becoming a priest of the Holy Empire?"
Julian immediately pulled his hand back, his heart thumping against his ribs.
Elian… it seemed this purifier was looking to claim him for the Holy Empire.
Why was it that every man he met these days was trying to claim him for one sick, debauched, or greater good reason?
He was sick of it.
He just wanted to be a tutor and nothing more.
"I am a scholar, Purifier," Julian said, his voice trembling. "I belong in the library."
"The Heavens might have a different library in mind for you," Elian replied with a small, knowing smile.
Outside, the heavy thud of Alaric's boots against the stone was the only sound in the hallway.
