The days until the wedding sped past until they were all sped past after that until we’d finally reached the day. The castle was full of people. I mean packed, if you took comic-con, and the AFL grand final and put everyone in a room… double it. I’m not kidding double it. This wasn’t a small castle, but without magic I’d have no idea where we would have put them all. There were just so many, and it was ridiculously hard to keep them all straight. Scratch that, it was nigh impossible to put the correct names to the right faces.
From what I could gather Beltane was a big deal here, regardless. Most of these people would have come here for that alone. The fact that the Queen was marrying her mate? And yes it was weird hearing other people talk about us like that, they popped out of the wood
