when she beheld Lorcan in his new clothes.
And wondered how soon this hall would be
hosting a wedding.
A glance at Aedion, clad in Terrasen green
as well, and Rowan smiled slightly. Two
weddings, likely before the summer. Though
neither Lysandra nor Aedion had mentioned
it.
The last of their guests finished filing into
the packed space, and Rowan surveyed the
rulers and allies seated in the front rows.
Ansel of Briarcliff kept fidgeting in her
equally new pants and jacket, Rolfe draping
an arm over the pew behind her as he smirked
at her discomfort. Ilias, clad in the white,
layered clothes of his people, sat on Ansel’s
other side, the portrait of unruffled calm. A
row ahead, Galan lounged in his princely
regalia, chin high. He winked as his Ashryver
eyes met Rowan’s.
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