8
Lianna
I stand on the edge of a large clearing. According to Myla, the mortal name for this place is Oregon. Majestic pine trees frame the grassy space, their prickly branches reaching up to Heaven. The wind carries a green and crisp edge; a pale blue sky arches overhead. On the ground before me, rows of stone benches stretch on for ages. A single aisle cuts down the center.
That’s my aisle.
It’s really happening.
I’m about to get married.
I scan the rows before me. My chest warms with the sight of so many familiar faces. I count Octavia, Camilla and Xavier. Walker’s here in a tuxedo—who knew that was possible? Dignitaries from all four elements are here. So is Hildy, Tempest, and a ton of nobles from Antrum. Someone even set up a temporary Pulpitum station nearby.
King Lincoln—I
