The door creaks, and Theo says, “I kept them away as long as possible, but I think Hart is about to lose it if you don’t get your pretty ass up to that throne in the next two tempos.”
I lean my head against the wall. My legs are still shaking when Malachi withdraws from my body. He slides my panties back into place and kisses the top of my head. “It’s going to give me great pleasure to watch you saying ‘I do’ to my brother knowing it’s my cum leaking out of you. Do not go to the toilet, or I’ll have to do this again.”
“That’s diabolical,” I grumble.
“You started it. Can you stand?”
In theory, I have all the parts that are conducive to standing, but I think he broke them. I wiggle my toes in my boots. Yes, I’m getting married in boots and not crazy heels. The realm hasenough issues without me braving lethal footwear. Plus, no one is even going to see them.
“I can stand,” I decide.
He releases me, and my knees give out. He catches me and chuckles in my ear. “I could carry you down the aisle.”
“That’s different, but no. I think. Yep, I got this.”
I give two thumbs up and hope my legs don’t let me down. Again. Because that would be embarrassing. He releases me, and I throw my arms out for balance. I wobble, but in the end, manage to conquer something toddlers manage with more grace.
My gaze catches on the smirk playing on Theo’s stupidly pretty lips. I raise my chin, drop my gown, check my boots aren’t showing, and nod. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
“You look so pretty, Daphne,”Gwyneth whispers as she pushes a flower into my wild hair that she manages to tame with two ribbons and a flick of her fingers. Oh, to be coordinated.
“This dress is stunning,” I compliment her back. She’s in a pale blue sparkling number that I think is all for Charming. He best not get any bright ideas about marriage. Not today.
She smiles down at herself before tilting her head at me. “Who’d have thought it?”
“I was just thinking that earlier. I had big plans for spinsterhood and cats.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You were never destined to be alone.”
“History says otherwise.”
She shakes her head. “So blind to the effect you have on everyone around you.”
“Says the chick who won over the floof-fondler with a wiggle of her toes.”
She pulls a face. “Less foot and floof talk.”
“Wait, is that a thing?”
“I’m sure it is somewhere, just not in my bed.”
Now I pull a face. “I cannot unsee that, just so you know. I checked with Genie, but he’s concerned a memory wipe might get rid of some important things too.”
She hands me a bouquet of wildflowers tied with an emerald-green ribbon. “Less sister sex talk and more vows.”
The doors between our quarters and the Living Library swing open, and we’re met with a sea of curious faces.
“I said low-key,” I mutter out the side of my mouth.
“This is low-key. There are no royals, courtiers, or fanfare. But you can’t escape the fact that one of the leaders of the new world is getting wed.”
“I meant just us.”
“I know. Just smile, wave, and walk in a straight line.”
She drags me forward when the music starts. “That’s like three things at the same time, which is never a good thing,” I point out. “We know this.”
“Okay, then mimic me.”
