Page 43 of Vibing Unity

The huge tray came out. It was a massive loaf of French bread piled with eight fried eggs, eight huge sausages, eight pieces of bacon, and eight hashbrowns, all smothered with mushrooms. Yum. Then there were sides of tomatoes and beans that were huge.

Joined by what had to be at least a good pound of fries.

Sorry—chips.

Julian ordered me juice and I was off to the races. I went right for the fries and used the tomatoes as dipping ketchup basically. Those were gone before most could probably process. His own full English came out as I started on the sandwich and I frowned.

“How come you got blood sausage?” I mumbled, looking at the staff who were watching me like a hawk. “Did I not get any or does it not come with this?”

The woman’s mouth dropped open. “You want more, lass?”

“Just making sure nothing’s missing,” I answered with a shrug and cut off a piece of the sandwich. “This is all lovely.”

“It’s disgusting the way she’s putting that in,” a guy said loudly.

“Ya said it was too much for her to boast she could do it, now ya saying she’s disgusting for doing it when ya losing the bet,” Julian replied, his voice cold… And his accent thicker since we were in his native land. “I don’t think the problem isher, and if ya don’t stop talking about my wife like that, we’re going to talk outside, yeah?”

“She played her fiddle in an Irish band, but she fell in love with an Englishman,” I sang, giving him a wink before going back to my sandwich. “Fuck, this is grand, really grand.”

Wait, that was what Darby always said. My bad. It was still like… I actually had no idea what time it was in Utah. Too fucking early if it was morning in England.

We were going back to bed, right?

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We did go back to bed after I crushed it and Julian won some good “pocket money” from the bets. Most flaked, but enough people actually went through with it that it made up for all the shit-talking I guess.

When we got back up, he brought me to another place that was a “cake” challenge in Sweden, so apparently we were doing some hopping around for our honeymoon. It was forty eggs and like two pounds of bacon drenched in lingenberries.

Weird combo to Americans, but it worked and was yummy in my tummy.

Andit was just us without forty people. Yes, I had my security eating discretely, but we just had a bit of fun for us. It was cute.

But then we had our actual wedding breakfast at my castle just before lunch so really like brunch. Katrina and Irma handled everything exactly how Julian would have wanted it and it was great. It was sit-down with a bunch of tables in the ballroom but smaller than our reception and… It was brunch.

A nice brunch that was to celebrate that our wedding went well and just enjoy the company of the ones we loved now that the worry had passed.

Except it got out that we had gotten married, and it was all over supe news that he was now a prince of Faerie.

Balls.

I told Shael to give everyone the press release we were going to put out Monday basically saying we were married and that the Craftsman family would not be getting any sort of royal perks from that, not now or going forward. Also, that Mary was no longer a part of the Craftsman family.

Now that she was healed by my magic, she would spend the rest of her sentence on house arrest and blah, blah, blah. But the main point being that she would have no association with Faerie, the heir of Faerie, our future children—all of it. Making it very clear and public that we were cutting all ties with her and she was not in good standing with Faerie.

Or her own community even.

When the event was over, I received word that every inch of Earth had been scoured with the compasses I’d made. Twice.

Three unicorns were found and the people punished who had illegally had them and were doing bad things.

Over four dozen fae dogs were found. All loners or young ones who got separated from their parents because of various reasons. They were all safely in Faerie now and getting the care and love they needed.

And not one hobgoblin. None had fallen through the cracks when we’d done everything to locate them all and get them out of the situations they’d been in. We hadn’t messed that up and had not missed one.

That was maybe the best wedding present ever, Julian saying the same.

Just to be sure, fairies were still going to check now and again. Randomly. Nothing scheduled or planned sweeps for people to know about or try and duck. We were going to keep checking and make sure we got everyone.

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