“You’re joking!” Aertis laughed, shoveling another forkful of her dinner into her mouth.
“No, an Omega,” replied Lyria in a low giggle. Next to her, Ravelina had to put her head down on the table, laughing so hard in the process that she nearly caught her hair on fire as it flicked over the candle in front of her.
Aidria was not at dinner, and Lyria couldn’t help but notice that neither was her father. Not that she particularly missed either of them, but she rather thought she would love to be a fly on the wall in Aidria’s rooms just now, listening to them discuss this turn of events.
“Amazing,” Aertis said. “Bless him, though, he will need every ounce of fortitude that the Goddess can provide.”
“She didn’t reject him, did she?” Ravelina asked. “I’d feel bad laughing if she rejected
