“Aren’t humans supposed to wear white dresses or something to get married?” Laarn asked, standing next to Karryl as they watched the human women crowd around Jane.
It had been a week since he’d left the medbay, fully healed. The only reason they’d waited this long was because Jane insisted the divorce papers from her previous marriage and her resignation from the Terran military were delivered to Earth before they’d married.
Their bonding ceremony had been short and sweet. No grand hall and crowds like Tarrick and Cat’s, just a simple exchange of words in the garden of Karryl’s home surrounded by their closest friends. The sun was low in the sky, lending a golden glow to the scene as they’d pledged their love beneath a canopy of herris blossom and under the eye of the emperor himself.
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