The clearing of a throat kept me from saying what I"d imagined I would in the tiny chance that Lawrence would be able to ask me that question. We both turned to see the head of the Fae Council, the judge who had accepted my plea bargain to serve thirty years in the asylum.
"Yes, Councilor?" I asked.
"I"m sad to interrupt such a joyous moment, especially as you"ve saved the realm and apparently made it safe for your Prince Consort to join you here, but there is the matter of your sentence. There"s no precedent for you to be able to marry and serve your time."
Kestrel stepped forward. "I have evidence to the contrary that may help to mitigate her sentence." She reached up her shirt and pulled out a manila envelope that showed signs of being singed. She handed it to the dour Fae.
Lawrence
