Joseph tried to enter the Cathedral, but two more guards appeared behind him and held him by the shoulder.
"Take your filthy hands off me," he said.
To everyone's surprise, the Guards let go of Joseph. He then stood outside the Cathedral, staring at the Bishop with a cloud of disappointment settled over his features.
"What's the Bishop's son doing here?" murmurs began to buzz from the crowd.
"I heard Lady Beatrice called off their engagement," someone said, their voice above a whisper.
"My bride is waiting for me, let me inside!" Joseph demanded, gesturing towards Lady Beatrice.
The guards, gripping their spears, exchanged brief glances before pressing their weapons against Joseph's chest. "We have explicit orders to deny you entry," they declared.
'Tsk!'
Joseph cast another sharp glare at his father. "Are you truly going to permit them to insult me? Of all the individuals you might forbid from entering the cathedral, you choose to ban your own son?"
