#Chapter24: "…A Miscarrige?!"

Alaric's POV “A-HEM!” I hear Lilia clear her throat in a comically annoyed manner. The sound draws me from my distracted thoughts. I look at the officiant, who is staring at me expectantly. This is my and Lilia's wedding. Lilia and I are tucked in together under a beautiful canopy of red roses, pink peonies, and lush green vine tendrils. The wooden pergola is covered with warm golden fairy lights that gently flicker, almost like the stars at night. Tucked in all around are miniature wooden and gold carvings. There’s wolves, and the moon, and that forest. They tell the story of our pack, of our people. I can’t help but remark that Cara’s really outdone herself this time. I thought the proposal setting she made was wonderful, but this… This is… This is a wedding fit for a King. I lean in closer to the officiant, trying to look contrite, “Apologies. What was that?” Lilia makes a very upset little sound and her face falls. “Alaric! Are you kidding me?!” she hisses in