Nevara
The castle was buzzing long before breakfast.
Servants hurried through the hallways carrying fresh flowers. Florists moved carefully between the gardens and the ballroom with carts overflowing with greenery, roses, peonies, and climbing ivy. Somewhere downstairs, I could already hear hammers as the final pieces of the ceremony platform were assembled beneath the ancient oak trees overlooking the gardens.
Tomorrow.
After everything we’d survived…
Tomorrow.
I smiled to myself as I stepped into the planning room.
The smile immediately turned into laughter.
Drake stood in the middle of organized chaos wearing a headset, two radios clipped to the waistband of his shorts, a clipboard tucked beneath one arm, and another balanced in his hand while simultaneously talking to three dif
