Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
When he’d married Liviana, they’d stolen inland, made their way to Abhainn Mouth, and married in a little chapel outside that port city.
The only people in attendance were Mac, Nero, Otho and Ian.
As well as Mars standing at his side.
And at Liv’s side, as her father was not best pleased his beloved daughter was going to marry into Airenzian royalty, this because his father and Trajan cast long wretched shadows, stood Ares.
They had all gotten far too inebriated after the ceremony.
But he had not gotten so inebriated he could not consummate his marriage to his wife in the little cottage by the sea he’d hired for just that occasion when one celebration was done, and another one had started.
It had been perfect.
This was not.
“Golly! Isn’t it pretty, Papa?” Aelia cried.
“Fairytale,” Dora murmured behind him, her thin arms around his middle tightening, and he felt her lay her cheek to his back.
Right, the feel of her cheek there, the word she said that she felt, he might be able to put up with this day.
Perhaps.
“Allo there!” Aelia called and waved to a boy child her age who had gotten through the legs of the soldiers and was scampering beside them.
“Princess Aelia!” he yelled. “Will you marry me?”
Aelia giggled.
Cassius scowled down at the child.
The boy caught Cassius’s look and fell back.
Mars chuckled.
Cassius turned his scowl to him.
“My brother, you marry today, and the Bay celebrates. This is no reason to appear dour, no?” Mars asked.
“I wish to be married. I do not wish for myself, or my daughters, to choke on confetti,” Cassius returned, only for Mars to throw his head back and roar his laughter.
Silence, riding between he and Mars, smiled happily up to Cass.
“Have you seen her gown?” she asked Cassius.
“No,” he grunted. “She has not allowed this.”
“Oh, I cannot wait for you to see her gown,” Silence replied while looking forward.
“Me either!” Aelia peeped.
“It’s the perfect gown to wear to become a princess,” Dora said.
Cass twisted his head around to catch her eyes. “Little bean, she’s always been a princess and now she is queen.”
She peered up at him and replied, “I know, Cass. But today, she becomes a princess.”
He saw this had some meaning for her he did not understand.
But from the moment the knowledge he had a daughter cut through his grief at losing his wife, he knew there would be many things he would not understand, and he’d reconciled then to let that be.
So, in that moment, he let that be and simply smiled at his girl.
She pressed her cheek again to his back and Cassius looked forward to the looming Combined Cathedral that rose grandly at the top of the cliffs opposite the Sky Citadel, its five, high, black spires spiking into a clear, blue sky.
It was called thus, for unlike other temples that were sanctioned for a certain god, the cathedral was where those who went to worship could worship any Airenzian god they needed.
There were lesser ones, but most all worshipped the greater ones, some of them more than others, but at some point, everyone cast their prayers to all.
There was Jupiter, the sky god, Summanus, the thunder god, and Sol, the sun god.
There were also Lune, the god of moon and night and Aurorus, the god of the dawn.
But in olden times, Lune was Luna, a goddess, and Aurorus was Aurora, also a goddess.
However, since Airenzian men refused to worship female deities, they’d been changed.
Which meant their gods were a farce too, for if they were real, they wouldn’t likely thrill to the idea of changing their gender.
Though, as Cassius thought it, this was why the female gods cast the pall Airen lived under, for such hubris and blasphemy from man deserved punishment.
Cass did not know of any Airenzian king that had been married at the cathedral.
This, too, was Ellie’s idea, for Airenzian kings married in a small chapel at the Citadel, or in the throne room, such was their desire to share this event mattered little.
Though, he reckoned, with this spectacle occurring in the “New Airen,” marriage ceremonies would enjoy a resurgence.
He sighed, held his daughter close, listened to the clop of many horses, the cheers of the crowd and watched the wisps of color drift through the air as the basilica came closer.
And through this he thought, she was his already, but after this day, she would be his officially.
Plus, their daughters would enjoy the day.
So indeed, yes.
He could put up with it.
And a bonus, they neared the cathedral, so it would be over soon.
As such, in little time they made the base of the wide set of steep steps that ran the length of the cathedral, and as they did, he saw the various personages that the steward had suggested, Elena had approved, then Cassius had approved, all milling about the steps.