The morning of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The Royal Gardens had been transformed into a paradise of white silk and blooming flowers (half of them grown by Primrose's new tail the night before).
It was perfect.
Rajah stood at the altar, looking uncomfortable but incredibly handsome in his formal military dress blues. When he saw Leonora walking down the aisle, the mighty Tiger Warlord actually forgot to inhale. Rurik had to elbow him in the ribs to remind him to breathe.
Vali marched down the aisle with the ring pillow, looking very serious (mostly because Jasper had told him the pillow would explode if he shook it).
Silas fluttered overhead in his little bat form, dropping rose petals. A few landed in Rajah's hair.
They said their vows under the Great Oak.
"I, Rajah, promise to fight by your side, not in front of you."
"I, Leonora, promise to share my kill, but not my dessert."
They kissed. The crowd cheered. The sun was shining.
