((OOC knowledge about the inner workings of the Church: Bishops are usually widowers or older unwed men. A dating Bishop is almost completely unheard of. Grace, the Bishop in these excerpts is a small young woman who is coming of age while trying to carry the office of Bishop in an appropriate fashion. She is approximate 20 years old. Could be slightly older or younger. ))
Grace lay in bed as the morning light washed over the Inn’s room. Her head pounded from the mead the night before. She blushed profusely remembering the last few words spoken to Sir Corinthal. “You may kiss me if you like.” Whatever had gotten into her? She sighed. She knew what had gotten into her and it was no great feelings for the kindly older Knight. She’d spent a week traveling across Pandaria, getting to know the locals and the troubles they faced – namely the Sha. She had to dealt with the Sha of Doubt and Despair mostly and they had seeped into her mind and brought to the front her own fears and worries.
Grace never felt she fully fit the role of Bishop. She tried to put up a good front, but often times she wondered why the Light had chosen her to such a task. She was young. Younger than many Novice Priestesses she was certain, though her exact age was unknown to even her. Light had placed this caravan squarely in front of her and she only had two choices – get on or get out of the way. She had dutifully climbed aboard.
Her eyes closed as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek. She’d given up so much for this heavy burden and it was now crushing upon her. Would she ever know love? Was she even allowed? Not that she had any prospects, but she saw the way a loving couple guided by the Light could weather any storm. Certainly, not every couple was a loving one nor were they always guided by the Light, but she could use that strong shoulder to lean on. She wouldn’t mind providing comfort in return. She would enjoy it in fact.