Even the wind ceased for a moment. Eoghan coughed into his arm, and then, blinking into the blinding noonday sun, said, “Thank you for joining me on my most blessed day, my wedding day.”
Those gathered looked around, attempting to gauge the expected reaction. Were they to clap? To cheer? To nod?
Khallum grunted a laugh.
“And you have provided me with the brides who will bring our kingdom together, a vision my father foresaw before I drew breath,” Eoghan went on. He was still hard to hear, and Khallum only strained for the words because he must fully know his enemy. Others did the same. “Perhaps you had other grooms intended for some of them. If this is so, please provide their names to my steward and we will ensure they are gifted with the same bountiful dowries they lost with my comman
