Thea found little joy in the days that followed, they passed with unspeakable slowness and still far too quickly for her liking. She could only dread the coming wedding, hoping that some message would arrive to summon her back to Veren before it could take place.
As the days passed with regularity, her wish seemed less and less likely to be granted by whatever fate was listening. It didn’t help that Sebastian was as excited as Freya to plan the wedding, if not more so. Freya had even given him a part in the official engagement. One that Thea couldn’t find it in her heart to refuse. She would never deny her son joy, to save her own broken heart.
There was no way that she could leave now, and deny him the honour of his young life. Not when it was the only thing he’d spent the last ten da
