"Whatever am I to do with you. . ." Solaris looked at Gwen who, despite almost being unconscious, glared at him with a burning anger in her eyes.
He knew of her dislike towards him but that wasn't always the case.
It was only after her mother passed and her father became busy did she begin harbouring this hatred. This hatred that caused her piety to waver and it's only gotten worse recently.
"But on account of Arax, I'll make an exception for you. Just once since you never failed these trials in the past." Solaris snapped his finger.
A green flame enveloped Gwen's body as she was healed in an instant.
Walking past the mirror, Solaris made himself comfortable on his throne and postured himself lazily, resting his head on his hand.
"Now then, Guinevere, for what reason have you sought and audience with me? Even though you risk yourself due to your wavering faith." Solaris stared at Arax's daughter.
He was beginning to grow tired of this song and dance between him and her.
