After the wedding, Vaelric tugged Aurelia's hand, nearly bouncing with excitement as he guided her toward the quarters prepared for the Virelia delegates.
Gwen trailed behind, her steps slower, her mind a swirl of disbelief at what she had just witnessed.
She had feared the worst for her lady. Returning to Emberhold after a broken betrothal would have been humiliation beyond measure, and Calista…
Gwen knew that Calista would have tormented Aurelia endlessly, flaunting her engagement to Lord Neris Winterbourne like a glittering crown.
But now? Gwen allowed herself a smile. Even if she lost the charming Lord Neris, she gained an even greater one… the storm himself, Lord Valerian Stormborne. Enigmatic, commanding, and untouchable.
"Perhaps this is the turning of fate," Gwen whispered under her breath, quickening her pace to keep up.
Perhaps Valkoron will be kinder than Emberhold ever was.
