HELENA
In the days and months following the announcement of their marriage, there would be whispers.
Spiteful words uttered in dark corners, stabbed into her back, thrown in her face.
Words calling her a practitioner of the dark arts, accusing her of using her essence in manners that were forbidden.
Because why else would a man mere moments away from claiming his family’s seat on the council as the representative of the Clan of Mages give it all up for something as fleeting and unstable as love.
It was inconceivable.
Xesperians were nothing if not a practical people.
And this…this idea of them being together, a Skinwalker and a Siren, two very different divisions from two very different clans, it was not practical.
It was almost down right treasonous.
So when the word of their r
