Rue’s POV

The laughter and music from the birthday party filled the hall like a soft melody, drowning out the engagement ceremony that happened in the other hall. I hadn’t expected so much warmth. The shaman’s wife held my hands as if we were a long-lost family.

“Rue, my dear,” she said kindly. “Don’t you look lovely. We’ve missed your presence at the gatherings.”

“I’m honored to be here,” I replied softly, handing over the small box I’d brought. Inside lay a delicate ...