Chapter 33
Kian was waiting on the other side of the wall, dressed in his wedding finery. The blue velvet tunic made his eyes seem the color of the summer sky, and a bright gold crown encircled his head. He grinned nervously as I stepped through the door.
“Did you bring Neeve?” he asked. “Is she ready?”
“Don’t worry.” I patted his shoulder. “Your bride didn’t decide to run away into the Darkwood.”
He heaved a sigh. “I knew she wouldn’t, but still…this is a big occasion for her.”
“For both of you.” I glanced over the seated crowd, spotting the golden-haired Fiorland delegation up front. “I’m glad your parents came.”
The King and Queen of Fiorland seemed kind enough, though, other than the welcome feast, I hadn’t had much interaction with them.
“They’re not quite sure what to make of
