"Congratulations,"
Lavinia said as she leaned towards Kael with a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"You now have a cult in your name."
Kael sat on the edge of the mattress, silent. His eyes were lowered, his fingers intertwined tightly.
Unlike Lavinia, he didn't laugh, neither did he look even a little amused.
Lavinia noticed his silence and moved to look at his face.
"What's wrong, Lord Kael?"
She asked with a chuckle.
"You don't seem too happy about your sudden promotion to divinity."
Kael finally looked up with heavy eyes.
"Is this truly the right thing?"
He asked quietly.
"Shouldn't we stop this before it goes too far?"
Lavinia blinked at his tone.
"Too far? You mean the people believing in you?"
"I mean this… cult,"
Kael said, standing up slowly.
"They think I'm a god. They're building their lives around me—their hope, their worship, their faith… all on a lie."
