*Narrator*
The Christmas wedding of Fennec, Alpha of Islay, future Alpha prince, to a little-known heiress, Miss Pollyanna Svane, drew the kind of breathless attention usually reserved for royal nuptials. The scandal rags, in particular, had latched onto the story of a true love match.
The account of Miss Svane’s care of Fennec during his childhood illness had been told, retold, and embellished until, right before the wedding day, most of London believed she had read to him on his deathbed, and her voice alone kept him from drifting into an eternal sleep.
By one week before the wedding, the young Miss Svane had actually revived Fennec as he swooned into that ‘dark night from which there can be no recovery’ as the Morning Chronicle put it.
And the wedding itself promised to be as lavish
