Keiran
I almost choke back a laughter at her sassy reply and the Minister looks ready to kill and die. I hope it's the latter.
His nostrils are flared as his rivals scoff.
I smile and sneak a look at my father.
He doesn't look ready to intervene, thankfully.
This time I look at Isabelle and give her an approving smile.
An image of our first meeting flashes before my eyes, and my wolf starts reacting and summoning old feelings, again. I ignore it.
Everyone notices my smile, but doesn't say anything.
The rest of the meal is passing uneventfully.
After we are done, we have a long list of social events we have attend to, before we leave for our one week honeymoon.
There is long, boring broadcast where my father announces our marriage because the commoners are not privy to witness our
