Epilogue: Zioneven
Marcelo
Marcelo gnawed at his lip as the caravan approached the outer wall of Zioneven Castle. Nerves battled with an overwhelming sense of relief to finally be here…to know he’d be sleeping in a proper bed tonight with far more security than one can have while traveling.
They were expected, Marcelo knew, because riders had gone ahead to forewarn of their imminent arrival. Marcelo smoothed down the fabric of his tunic beneath his cloak. Like Efren, he’d saved something nicer than his everyday travel garments to wear on this final day. The day Marcelo would meet his new husband’s parents—the king and queen of Zioneven.
More than anything, he wanted to make a good impression. Much as he’d won a modicum of respect from his fellow travelers, King Alnod and Queen Ellyn wo
