Nevara
The library had somehow become even more chaotic in the hours since we’d started.
Fabric swatches had multiplied.
Flower catalogs lay scattered across half the table.
Someone had produced three different seating layouts despite the fact we’d only just decided the ceremony would be held in the castle gardens.
Apparently royal weddings generated paperwork all by themselves.
I was halfway through debating ivory roses versus white peonies when footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Salas looked up first.
The moment Thoren stepped through the doorway, Salas wrinkled his nose dramatically.
“Oh, thank the Goddess.”
Thoren stopped.
“…For?”
“You showered.”
Thoren looked down at himself.
“I did.”
“No more fishy pond water smell.”
I blinked.
“Pond water?”
Every head around the tabl
