He’d reached into his satchel and pulled out the marriage contract with the King’s seal. “I need you to put this in a safe place.” Fenir’s eyes had widened. “This is—” “Yes.” Morette had run her gaze over the parchment. Twice. Elm knew she’d seen what he had. “Well, nephew,” she’d said, the corner of her mouth curling as she looked up at him. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” “So do I.”
eeeehehe iones name is on that contract!
