Book 3: A Hopeful Future

Ainslee

Sophia and Karl kiss, and the ceremony is over in a cacophony of cheers.

The High Priestess sets the goblet of blood Karl had grudgingly shared with Sophia back on the altar, and the king waves at the crowd to be silent. “I know you are all excited to begin your celebrations. But we would also like to thank the Moon Goddess for the miracle of Paisley Poe’s birth.”

Rafe squeezes my hand and waves while I hold Paisley against my chest.

“And for the fruitful union of Marcus and Lucia Lightfoot,” the king continues. It’s kind of him to do this during his wedding ceremony.

Lucia blushes, and Marcus pats her belly fondly.

“And, let us not forget, Zeke and Annamarie Winters, who were unable to join us today, but I hear are expecting a beautiful baby themselves,” Karl concludes.

Everyone claps.

“Now, you may all adjourn to your celebrations.” The High Priestess waves us all off.

Karl kisses Sophia passionately, a