Seventy Five

Dogara beamed as she watched her sons line up accordingly with their women. Her joy only increased when she discovered that Sia stood alone, in the purple wear she had picked out for him, the wolf girl nowhere in sight. Maybe she had finally taken her advice after all. Dogara didn’t feel any sort of remorse for chasing the she wolf away from the palace. She felt that she was only doing what her husband failed to do.

Speaking of Thjis, where was he? The Fae Queen was bound to show up any moment from now, and the Lord of the Icelanders were nowhere to be found. Wherever could he be now?

“Ruarc darling, where’s your father?”, she called out coolly. The Crown Prince turned to his mother, annoyed. “How would I know? I’m not the one wh’s married to him remember?”

Dogara cursed mentally. “He was insulting her! She would deal with that later. Now, she had much more important things to do, like finding her husband.

The moment Dogara gathered her skirts in an attempt to leave, the horn blare