I walked forward, bowing to them both and offering the chalice to Darcy’s lips. “Drink, my Queen.” Her eyes remained on mine as she did as I asked, and I spoke the words of the ritual that marked her as a queen with the centre of the Guild, linking her to the twelve as they were linked to her in a circle of protection. Then I held the chalice to Tory, and she drank as I spoke the words that untethered her fate from the sky once and for all. “This story is yours to tell now,” I told them both. “Take the pen and guide us towards our happily ever after.”
