Chapter Eight - Sealed in Wax
Evandra smoothed the folded order form against her palm as she approached Lefu’s study. Her mind was already racing through the endless list of preparations—the invitations, the ceremonial cloths, the feast menus, the guest quarters. The wedding had grown larger than she had ever imagined.
When she knocked, his voice called from within. “Come in.”
The study was warm, rich with the scent of old leather and smoke from the hearth. Lefu sat behind his desk, spectacles perched low on his nose as he reviewed a ledger. His posture was impeccable, every inch the Alpha—commanding, patient, unyielding.
“I just need your signature,” she said softly, setting the parchment down in front of him. “So the order for the ceremonial silks can go out.”
He reached for his pen
