You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2050

Chapter 2050: The Blessing of the Gods

Joyce followed Clint to the altar.

Clint extended a hand, signaling her to place her hand on his. Joyce hesitated but complied; standing there in front of everyone was not an option. She had just resolved one issue and did not want to create another.

They ascended the altar. From this height, everything felt more sacred.

An elder in ceremonial robes held a colorful flag in one hand and a branch in the other, dancing. Behind him sat a row of musicians playing ritual tunes. The elder sang in an ancient language that Joyce did not understand.

Clint stood motionless on the altar, his face serious. Joyce felt out of place in her casual clothes, adding to her discomfort.

After a while, the elder took a basin of water and sprinkled it into the air, chanting in the ancient language with each sprinkle. He then signaled two boys to bring basins of water to Clint and Joyce.

Clint, clearly familiar with the ritual, washed his face and hands gracefully. He glanced at Joyce, indicating she should do the same.

Joyce muttered, "Why do I have to participate in your country's ritual? Just let me watch."

Clint shot her a cold look.

Joyce sighed and decided to go through the motions, washing her face and hands quickly.

Two girls then approached with trays holding towels for drying their hands and faces. Clint dried himself first, and Joyce followed suit.

The cleansing ritual concluded. The elder lit seven candles around Clint and Joyce. Though it was daytime, the candle flames flickered in the wind.

Next came the incense lighting, accompanied by another dance from the elder.

Finally, he recited a long prayer or incantation that Joyce could not understand. When he finished, he poured water from his bottle into two golden cups. He handed one cup to Clint and the other to Joyce.

"Please drink the holy water, Your Highness, for divine protection and blessings," the elder said respectfully.

Clint took his cup, and Joyce reluctantly took hers. Clint raised his sleeve to shield his cup as he took a sip, noticing Joyce had not moved.

He frowned. "Why aren't you drinking the blessing water?"

Joyce frowned back. She didn't need any divine blessings. "I'm afraid it's poisoned," she snapped.