*Lalika had no choice but to follow Sheba. This was most obvious what with her exceeding guardians and lions, one would have thought she was meeting an assault on the Palace.*

*Lalika did not feel ashamed about being responsible for the death of guardians at the gate. She sniffed indignantly, 'they had no right to touch me, and they thought to coerce me! Only a coward would do such a thing'*

*Lalika had felt around conspiciously for her remaining weapons, she felt comfort as she was reassured of their prescense. She glanced a Sheba, stealing a look every now and then, and she couldn't help wandering what she had gotten herself into, as she listen to the High Priestess remind her of her duty and her vows, she couldn't help but feel regretful, she realised she had possibly given up her freedom.*

*'No, I will resist' she thought rebelliously, 'I won't do anything I don't want to, too long have I been faithful to Ishtar and she's sees it fit to reject me without reason or cause' clenching her fist Lalika realised the blasphemous state of her words and silently flogged her mind with an endless torment 'she was right to reject you' 'worthless...' 'filth! a contamination to the sacred!' Lalika looked up, blocking out the voices...she waited for the King to enter, not to sure if she was ready or would ever be ready.*