_Rowena's POV_
I was forty minutes into my morning training session when Kasper walked in without knocking and dropped a stack of portrait cards directly onto the mat in front of me.
I stopped mid-movement and looked at them.
Small cards, each one carrying a painted image and a name and a family line printed below it in neat careful script. I looked at the stack and then I looked at Kasper.
"Explain," I said.
"Marriage banquet," he said. "Tomorrow."
I straightened up fully. "Tomorrow."
"Your grandmother Seraphine has been organizing it for the past week apparently. These arrived this morning with a note." He held out the note. I took it. Nana Seraphine's familiar handwriting, explained that arrangements had been made, families had been contacted, and she hoped I woul
