"I'm sorry, come again?"
The man standing before Serena cleared his throat, rubbed his palms nervously down the sides of his tunic, and swallowed like his throat had suddenly gone dry. "Can I have your hand in marriage?"
Serena's upper lip twitched as he did, in fact, repeat the question, this time with more boldness in his voice. The woman remained silent for a few seconds; the question had left her speechless.
Right after her speech, she had gone back to her seat, and then Elder Iris closed the ceremony. A curious feeling settled in Serena's chest, why had Darius not closed the ceremony or even addressed his people at all?
Once all was said and done, the wolves in charge of the instruments picked them up again and began to play the trumpet and lute. The whole hall erupted in a flurry of conversation, people meeting and greeting, eyeing each other, reuniting, and, most importantly, a few trying to speak with the ambassador of Crimsonclaw.
