"...when, exactly, you plan to hold a proper wedding…"
As soon as her mother asked the question, Jocelynn's ears perked up, and she sat up a little bit straighter in her chair, eagerly anticipating her sister-in-law's answer.
"Almost a year from now," Nyrielle said, as though the matter had long been settled. "Unless something untoward happens to prevent it. We'll celebrate on Midwinter's Night."
"In the depths of winter?" Maela said, taken slightly off guard as she imagined the logistics of arranging such a wedding. It had been difficult enough to arrange Ashlynn's wedding in the early spring. Several people who Maela thought should have attended, like Duke Argidir Keating or at least his son, Amren, hadn't come to Lothian for the wedding in part because of the difficulty of traveling such a long way when many of the roads were soggy with snowmelt.
