The altar is lush with its red silk prayer bench. Many red and white candles provide a somber ambiance.
the front altar, Inside Temple
kings
angel
I am good at heart.  I love to help anyone.  I thrive on love.
Good evening! As there anything I can do to help your soul?  At long last, my prayers have been answered!  Ah, glorious angel, I dare not approach you but I humbly ask for your wisdom. Please come closer dear one and tell me what troubles you.  Your face shines brightly like the sun, fair angel, but I shall do as you bid.  My poor kingdom suffers so, and I feel such guilt in this sumptuous prayer room.  The drought has lasted for over a year and I hear my people cry out to me.  Is there... is there anything at all I can do to help my people? You can pray. Pray to the Lord Almighty to send the rains. You can also send your best farmers to the northern lands to learn their farm techniques in harsher climates.  Yes, daily have I prayed, and my queen even more so.  But the people, they are simple folk.  It will do them good to see their king taking some action, so that their spirits may be lifted even as their souls pray for rain. Then take action. Dig wells. Save your people.  Yes, Oh Wise Angel, I shall heed your wisdom and words spoken so eloquently.  But... if it is not too presumptuous to ask... why have you appeared now?  Why have our prayers for so long gone unanswered? Because you came to this holy place. To this beautiful red silk bench. I waited until you were ready and your heart was pure. Your wife's heart or bed rather isn't so pure.  Oh?  What treachery is this you speak of?!  Oh speak, magniloquent one! 