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I'm getting married tomorrow.

No matter how many times she thinks it, Thayet can't quite believe this is really happening. A large court wedding, something she had tried to avoid, has now become something with the power to make her smile as if somebody had just handed her her fondest wish.

That doesn't mean she's not nervous.

Escaping Buri had been rather difficult, but Thayet needs some time to think. The fact that she chooses the garden for her late-night wandering when Jon has been known to do the same is purely coincidental.

Right.

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Word spreads quickly through the city.

It was, the people say, an absolutely splendid ceremony, and a union obviously blessed by the gods. King Jonathan smiled upon his bride as if he could see no other, and indeed, Queen Thayet surely must be the most beautiful woman who ever lived.

There's no doubt it is a love match, young girls whisper and sigh.

The King's Champion, the Lioness, held her head high and grinned throughout the vows, kneeling and offering her sword and services to both King and Queen before the bells rang. Before the kiss.

Matrons huff and opine that the kiss had gone on a little too long for propriety, but they say so with a smile.

Nearly the entire city had turned out for the parade, and a good number had followed their rulers back through the imposing City Gate, eager to hear what they could of the evening’s festivities.

There's to be a feast, the men state, but nothing truly extravagant. Not during these times, with our current situation. But no one begrudges the newlyweds a banquet of sorts.

It's not hard to imagine: the King and Queen at the head table, the Lioness and her mysterious husband (she's married now, did you hear?) at the King's right hand, and all the nobles of the court raising their wine goblets in toast after toast.

And maybe, at the end of the night, carts laden with roast meat and bread will go out into the city. The people of Corus will sleep with full bellies and hope this evening.