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“So, I am the only one that had to…” Virion choked and seethed, giving a rather sheepish Alluin a deathly stare. “You bastard…”
“We had to be certain he claimed you! Drashili are known for their deceit.” Alluin pursed his lips and glanced at Nemiah, who glared.
“If I’d actually penetrated him in the ceremony, I’d be more mad at this, but as stands—you’ve done so much wrong, Alluin, that this is merely frosting on the terrible cake that you’ve made for yourself.” Nemiah shook his head and distracted himself with Ahran, when the little one cooed loudly and stifled a giggle.
“I told you; they were deceitful!” Alluin gestured at Nemiah, but Virion’s glare didn’t fade.
“And yet you still arranged me to him. It’s very fortunate that we were a good match, Father. See if I want to bless the springs on our way back after this.” Virion folded his arms and sneered.
“In any case, Alluin is an aristocratic lech and we have a small wedding to plan.” Pallosar settled himself in Kershai’s lap in a nearly chaste sort of way to make room for the visitors.
Ordinarily, Askara had been told, nobody was allowed in the private family chambers. But with Askara’s union, they were all to be family soon.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lumic
To everyone’s dismay, it took almost two weeks to set the wedding. Every day that passed had Lumic biting his nails and nervous, especially as his breeches needed the lacings loosened slightly. The tailor assured him that the necessary precautions had been taken for his garb.
“It will be fine, Lumic. Let them talk. They certainly did when Stamel was born so soon after our…” Kershai petered off as Pallosar shot him a glare.
“Oh? Oh, really?” Lumic turned to glare at Pallosar, who found something very interesting to stare at on the throne room antechamber’s rug.
“We’ve finished the fountain far faster than we could have hoped. The goddesses are thrilled and will bless them the moment our little one is born. Nothing else matters as long as we have one another.” Askara drew Lumic in for a small kiss and a smile. “We need only stand before them, perform our binding rites, and scamper off until time to eat.”
“If I can eat. Everything has smelled and tasted so foul,” Lumic said, sagging against Askara with a small whine. “Let’s just go back to bed and have my fathers tell everyone to enjoy the ceremonial wines and go home.”
“It doesn’t work that way. As much as you wish it did, I would love to show the world my son united with his love.” Kershai squeezed Askara’s shoulders as Pallosar cleared his throat and scampered out, refusing to address the earlier statement. “Don’t you love showing off your shiny new things?”
Lumic pouted and glanced Askara over. “Yes.”
“Okay, then. When the thalm organ plays, you two step out holding hands and just do as we practiced.” Kershai staredLumic down with those wide blue eyes full of absolute pride and joy. “And if we can get you two wed, we might find Ingred someone.”
The alpha had been skirting his duties and shirking half his work onto the back of Oryn and his page. The thought soured Lumic’s mood for only a fleeting second. What Oryn had done was unforgiveable.
“I see that look in your eyes. Forget Oryn.” Askara drew his chin up and leaned down for a feathery-soft kiss that left his heart aflutter. Only Askara had ever made him feel that way. Other partners had gotten him hard and slick, but Askara made himmelt.
“Banishment wasn’t enough,” Lumic said, inhaling Askara’s wonderful scent as they embraced. It would be their last moment before their souls entwined permanently.
“I’ve never liked that bastard. I told your father so when he dismissed him as his personal guard. I merely thought him horny, and I didn’t think he’d scheme.” Kershai sighed.
Stamel, for his part, had ordered Oryn to incapacitate Lumic in whatever way he saw fit. The plan had been for them to couple and find Lumic in the family way, but the thought of fucking Oryn made Lumic more ill than the scent of rusk cabbages stewed with grassboar kidneys.
It made sense why the old alpha continuously cockblocked Lumic. Though, given the opportunity to sabotage his preventatives…he’d done so gladly to get Lumic right where he wanted him. Lumic was no alpha’s retirement plan.
When he snapped out of the thought, Askara nudged him toward the door to the throne room where a small congregation of nobility, politicians, and merchants had assembled to witness. And what made the whole scene worse was that they did not feign interest or have the general rabble of boredom. They genuinely perked up when Lumic stepped in.
The low lamplight threw glints of light into his vision reflected from the lightweight of chains spread across his frostdeer horns. And for Askara’s part, the chains Alluin had gifted him, held the charms of Liaberian nobility and a sigil of the sun. Nemiah had called attention to the fact that Askara was not only of the sun but the moon as well and added a charm from a necklace he had. The royal jeweler had been delighted to fit the bands onto Askara’s horns as he’d done for Lumic as well, the fixtures to become permanent for them, waiting only for them to hook the chains onto them at first shift.
Lumic bore a blacksteel gold single strand that swayed between his horns, a few talismans clinking with each step.
Askara took his arm and stepped out, his draconic adornments so much more obvious in his wedding garb. The dark-plum velvet and gold embroidery so complementary to his natural pallor. And while he was a svelte alpha, he still bore broad shoulders and a defined face that earned Lumic’s unending admiration. He could lose himself forever in the artwork of him. The goddesses truly blessed him.
Lumic paid the crowd no mind as they faced one another before the lectern and dais where they joined hands over the flickering flame of a black candle, one meant for the presence of the moon.
Every curtain in the room flew open, moonlight filtering in as Pallosar raised his hands to quiet the room. Rather than speak, he lit the black candle and watched with fascination as the flame went dark and flickered.
“I, King Croatens, do name Lumic, third prince, as successor to my throne, as his older brothers have shown themselves to be outside of the goddess’s favor. The moon has declared us her children, chosen to be our mother, and blessed our lands where before only curses had thrived. So, I humbly beseech thee, Mother Goddess, moon above, address your children as weopen ourselves to your divinity.” Pallosar bent his head forward and let his horns free, silver bands striated their length as they rose high, two long, kinked tines that twisted and curled inward, horns that held semblance only to a certain kind of grass beast in the desert lands, shaped the way they were to catch silkspiders’ attention, where they could nest and feast upon the pests that flocked the creature.
