With a quick glance at Anja, the witch said, “Princess Anja of Ivermere, do you—” “Anja the Wolfkiller,” Kael added. “And the Huntress.” She began again. “Princess Anja of Ivermere, the Wolfkiller, the Huntress, do you pledge yourself to this man and vow to be his faithful wife?” “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Wife,” Kael echoed on a growl, then threw his head back and roared, “Is that bedchamber ready?”
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