The ceremony was over now.
The hall had changed.
The heavy silence and ancient magic were gone, replaced by soft music, clinking glasses, and quiet laughter. The guests had moved to the reception area, a wide room with tall ceilings and hanging lights that looked like stars. Servers moved between the guests with silver trays, offering drinks and finger foods. Everyone had a glass in their hands, sipping slowly, chatting in small groups.
Cassandra stood with Darius near one of the tall glass windows that overlooked the courtyard. In her hand was a glass of pale golden wine. She took a small sip, letting the cool liquid slide over her tongue. It tasted expensive. Sweet at first, but with a sharp edge underneath.
"This feels like a full-blown wedding," she said after a moment, turning to
