After that small moment of peace came the congratulations. Which was so overwhelming, but nobody was going to be able ruin the high I was riding right now. I felt like I was floating. Ivy actually was floating. Wings buzzing so excitedly that she was not standing around with me, she was hovering off the ground. There are no words for the amount of respect that my six year old self would have for me right now. People stood in line and made small talk, and we had to talk to absolutely everybody.
“Blessing be upon you,” one would tell us.
“May you have many happy years,” another would say. The nice ones anyway. The nasty ones would give little back-handed comments. They all just seemed really resentful that I’d gotten the girl, and now there was no easy way to the throne. Which was just a
