When Willow regained sobriety, King Zephyr and Devlin were well acquainted already. They were sipping coffee while talking quietly.
Willow moaned softly.
"Mother Willow, have a drink of water," Nyx requested her mother. "You are dehydrated!"
"Is this castle the house of the devil?" Willow whispered.
"His name is Devlin Tzevaot. His nickname is Deville. And his castle is named the Devil's Castle," recited Nyx calmly. "Do you see his horns and tail? Do you see fire licking on his skin?"
"No, but--"
"It is just a name, Mother," Nyx declared firmly. "Let's focus on your wedding. You haven't change your mind?"
"Oh, no! No, I am committed to your father, Nicandra! I've caused him a so much heartache through the years!" Willow wept while Nyx hugged her.
"Don't cry now, Mother," she murmur
