Emma’s POV
I’m in the middle of arguing with the wedding decorator about whether moon-white roses or silver thistles better match the Nightforge crest when Kieran jogs into the planning room, looking uncomfortable.
“Lady Emma,” he says, dipping his head. “There are… humans at the main gate causing trouble. They insist they need to see you.”
Humans? I wonder who they are.
The only “human” that knows I live here is Sarah, and she left yesterday for an important family getaway. She’d already informed me she won’t be able to make it for the wedding.
So who are these mystery guests?
I excuse myself, heart already hammering, and hurry to the front courtyard.
The gates are open just enough for me to see them standing there: Mom in her favorite floral cardigan, Dad clutching a small su
