The week passed by in a fever dream of meetings and fittings and work. There was his investiture that had to be moved up in order to accommodate the marriage celebration and the acknowledgment of their bond. But they no longer had a chaperone, the High King had let Lady Dorwenna out of watching them since they’d chosen to bond. Vajra was still staying in the townhouse though; he didn’t think it was prudent to sleep in the same bed as Ardala until they’d been married in truth. Even ...