Chapter 254. Rumors and Unrest

Michael

“I don’t think my parents could be any happier with the idea,” Deacon says, walking by my side, his face shielded from the sunlight by a hood.

“You don’t think it’s a little fast?” I ask, smirking as I squint into the uncommon sunlight beating down on the field between the castle and Ravenfell.

“You married Princess Faye in… what, a matter of weeks?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“I am right because if you know, you know. I know that I love her, and she loves me, and she’s blood born, like me, and…”

“She’s pregnant already, isn’t she?” I laugh, and beneath the shadow of his hood, Deacon grins.

“I can’t say I did much to stop it from happening.”

“Well, I’ll be there. I’m happy for you. It means… less time in the field, but… you’ve done your duty to the crown ten-fold over the last year as it stands.”

He laughs lightly, keeping in step as we dip into the trees. Deacon and his soon-to-be bride, and the mother of