‘My Queen,’ Alec says as he gets down on one knee, takes my hand, and places a kiss upon it.
Magnus glares at him and kneels, taking my other hand, ‘My Luna,’ he says, kissing my other hand.
‘How did you make them?’ I say, gliding my fingers along the smooth stone arm of my throne.
‘Make sure you all join us too,’ I say to the servants.
They smile and sit at the long tables amongst the werewolves, witches and vampires. Saskia approaches and fills my goblet with wine and then fills Magnus and Alec’s with rum.
‘Do you like rum?’
‘Yes, but I would prefer to drink something else,’ he says, glancing seductively at my neck.
‘You’ve had your quota for the day, Alec, so stick to your rum,’ Magnus huffs.
Alec rolls his eyes, lifts his goblet to Magnus, and drinks.
We eat, drink and watch everyone dance and enjoy themselves. It must be close to midnight by the time we retreat upstairs.
Alec stops at our chamber door, ‘Sleep well, my Queen,’ he says and kisses me passionately before I follow Magnus to bed.
‘Sweet dreams, my King,’ I whisper back. Alec closes the chamber door behind me.
We finish our breakfast and enter the courtyard. Children play, and people make all sorts of items in the workshops. Swords, knives, bows, armoury, candles, shawls and tunics, to name a few. We walk behind the blacksmith’s workshop and enter the portal.
‘You must tell me how you are settling in?’ she smiles.
‘Great idea,’ I say, grabbing Alec and Magnus’s hands, and I pull them down the stairs and to the portal.
‘Hello, Mother,’ Alec says sweetly to my Mum.
Magnus elbows Alec and glares at him. ‘What? We’re practically married to Nina, which makes her mother our mother-in-law,’ Alec points out.
‘Hmm, speaking of children,’ my mother says, ‘Will we be expecting any grandchildren anytime soon?’ she asks.
My back straightens, and I look over to where Alec and Magnus lay.
This time, it’s me rolling my eyes.