*Ainslee*

Sophia and Karl kiss, and the ceremony is over in a cacophony of cheers.

The High Priestess sets the goblet of blood Karl had grudgingly shared with Sophia back on the altar, and the king waves at the crowd to be silent. “I know you are all excited to begin your celebrations. But we would also like to thank the Moon Goddess for the miracle of Paisley Poe’s birth.”

Rafe squeezes my hand and waves while I hold Paisley against my chest.

“And for the fruitful union of Marcus and Lucia Lightfoot,” the king continues. It’s kind of him to do this during his wedding ceremony.

Lucia blushes, and...