Trik nodded. “When shall I bring her?”
“Give me three days,” Ilyrana announced. “It is all planned. Now I just need to put it all together.”
“That quickly?” Lorsan asked his Chosen.
“It will be very small. There’s no need to frighten her.”
Trik stood and took Ilyrana’s hand. He bowed over it and brought it to his lips. He kissed her hand gently and then looked up into her eyes. “Thank you, my queen. You honor my Chosen.”
The formality of his actions caught both Lorsan and Ilyrana by surprise. He was asking her blessing over his union.
Ilyrana nodded once and answered formally. “As all will honor her.”
Lorsan stood and echoed his queen’s words. “As all will honor her.”
Trik cleared his throat. Emotion from their acknowledgement of his Chosen welled up in his chest.
“We shall see
