Elora
Around 12 o’clock I get dressed, slipping on a gown that Silas had laid out for me.
“Is there a reason I am getting this dressed up?” I ask when I see Silas come out of the walk-in in a suit, making words escape me. Matitus and Dragus also step out in suits, looking absolutely dapper.
“Well, you are our queen, and it is a formal function so that means the kings and queen need to be dressed proper. You only have to wear it till after the ceremony, then you can put your tights back on,” Matitus says.
“Ceremony?”
“Yes Elora, this is a ceremony.”
“What sort of ceremony?” I ask when I see Darshan also dressed up as Dragus gets him from the cot. I squeal in amazement at my son.
“Well, it is actually two ceremonies, one was a last-minute decision,” Dragus says as I hear a knock on th
