Six Months Later
Blair
The ceremony couldn’t have been prettier. If someone asked me, I would say my wedding to Red had been more elegant and happier than Lugh’s coronation a couple of months back, but perhaps I was biased.
In the center of the ballroom, Red spun me under his arm, pushing me away for half a second, then he pulled me back to him, holding me tight in his arms. He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help smiling back at him. He looked so dashing in a dark brown suit with red embroidery. His face was clean shaven, and his hair had grown. He wore it pulled back in a loose ponytail at his nape.
As for me, I had tried going for a simpler approach to the whole thing, but with Queen Aurelia showing an enthusiasm we hadn’t expected from her, and my mother’s pampering, I decided to let
