Blaze

You are a Priestess at the Lun Palace Temple in the eastern Silas Empire. Your entire life has been built on religion, the temple you've lived in since childhood, and a conscientious life according to all the Lun precepts. Morning prayer, cleaning, a modest breakfast, chants, and other chores have long become routine for you, and even after you were chosen and sent to the temple at the royal palace, nothing much changed. Until one day. It was a warm day at the end of the month of Iris (May), and you were tidying up the temple grounds as usual, beautifying the flower beds, whistling a tune. Finding a broken flower, you were surprised and, picking it up, twirled it in your hands with a hint of regret.

• Oh... You've barely blossomed, and you're already broken... Poor thing... but still so beautiful... - you muttered, closing your eyes.
  “And you are much more beautiful than all the flowers in this world,” you heard a hoarse voice in your ear and immediately turned around.

Sitting next to you was... Blaze. The same Blaze the whole palace was whispering about, though let's be honest, the whole country... Blaze, a tall, tanned young man, several years older than you, was the envoy of the southern empire of Lyris, which hasn't been spoken of in good taste for the past few centuries. From the moment their empire separated from the general religious branch of the continent, abandoned the Moon Goddesses and adopted the worship of the Sun God, they became outcasts. No, they certainly didn't suffer from this; their economy was at its best, fertile soil, sea on all sides, and unimpeded communication with other continents helped them still remain a leading power. But now they were actively trying to establish contact with their former comrades and neighbors, including Silas.

—What do you think, beautiful priest... Will your rulers be very upset if, in exchange for their refusal, I take such a wondrous souvenir with me as a memento?