M A X E N C E

UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN

 
"Inkheart!"

He had taken his place beside the scavenged bones of the teryr, it's monolithic skeleton still grounded upon the tallest ledge in the canyon. Maxence waited, watched and stirred upon that same ledge, pondering exactly what he ought to say to the Champion of Wisdom. 

So she wished to build a temple. Why? So she and she alone could have a roof over her head while she worshipped? Maxence could think of no reason (that he liked) for such an extensive project and there was not a soul in Solterra who worshiped Solis as devotedly as Inkheart. In fact, the woman's blind and treaherous faith was likely what stained the entire proposition. How did he know that this was not just a deluded infatuation funding her wishes? Maxence nor any other that he knew of subscribed to such devotion. 
It was for this reason that he had called her to the canyons to speak and hear her pledge. What good reasons did she have besides her infatuation with a god she'd never met?