Planning a spectacular wedding was a lot for twenty untrained men to undertake. While they had the know-how to cook, they didn't have the confidence to decorate, and a small group of them brought their heads together on what would please me in terms of a wedding dress.
Thankfully the king volunteered himself to kitchen staff, giving me time to disappear to the dungeon.
“Rowan," I said, approaching the bars to his cell.
Still naked, he sat sideways to me, a long leg bent to block his pelvis. “Princess Lily," he replied, startling me for a moment before I figured he was being playful. His straight-face and his joking-face were the same.
I twisted my mouth. “Soon to be 'Queen' Lily."
“Queen Lily," he echoed softly, eyebrows raised. “And what might Queen Lily's first decree be?"
“'Queen
