Royal Intervention

The wind swirls the skirt of the emerald dress around my ankles as I walk to the temple with Nadia at my side. She is somber and silent. I think she has finally accepted the inevitable. Cassian isn’t here, and my father will have his way.

Titus stands at the door of the temple, looking just as somber as Nadia. He is wearing Deepclaw black and silver and looks quite nice in it. It should be Nadia a