I returned to the courtyard where the ceremony would be held, uncomfortably weighed down with the extra items I had strapped to my hips and legs.
I left my jacket behind and used the Lumoran dress to tie everything else in place under my skirts, using it to cushion Rowan's sword and crown so no one would hear the unlikely sounds of metal-on-metal. I folded the extra material of the dress in a way to allow my skirts to fall without any obvious interruption.
I had secured the skoolie key in a pouch between the seams in my wedding dress which the Ivory Madmen had unwittingly created.
I kept the knife I had taken from the kitchen strapped above my ankle.
Rowan would have to make do without his shoes and rings.
“There she is!" announced the false Ivory King, clapping once in a show of r
