Broken Dove (Fantasyland #4)(170)
Author: Kristen Ashley

It looked like it came from the kickass headband of feathers she had wrapped around her forehead and mingling in her hair.

“It’s from my first crown,” she told me and my eyes went back to her. “I ripped it up when I got angry at Lahn and took myself back to my world.” She closed my hand around the feather. “He kept the pieces. Some of them are in the one I’m wearing now. Some of them are in a pouch he carries with him every day. He kept them even when the odds were against him in getting me back and winning me back.” She tipped her head to the side. “So I figure, they represent hope. And, seriously, there isn’t a day filled with more hope than a wedding day.”

I could totally believe Lahn carried Circe’s feathers with him every day but not in hopes of anything. That man wanted her back, he was going to find a way.

And he did.

Still, it was a total honor having one.

“Thank you,” I whispered, lifting my other hand to curl it around hers.

She gave me a smile, squeezed my hands and moved away.

I tucked the feather into the sleeve of my glove as Cora moved in.

“Something new,” she said, lifting my hand and leaving it suspended as she fastened on my wrist a bracelet made of delicate platinum links on which dangled tiny platinum charms she showed me by twisting it around my wrist.

As they came into view, the skin at my wrist began to tingle because I knew what each one meant.

The fang of a wolf. Apollo. A bow and arrow. Christophe. A tiny doll. Élan. And a miniature rattle. Our yet to arrive girl.

Cora curled her fingers around mine and I looked from the bracelet to her.

“You can add to that as life brings you bounty,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied yet again, my voice husky.

She grinned at me.

I deep breathed so I wouldn’t mess up my makeup.

“And something blue.” We heard and I turned my head and blinked, seeing Valentine suddenly there.

She drew her elegant hand up, flicked it out and I felt cold at my neck.

“Holy crap,” Circe whispered.

I had the chance to do nothing as Valentine got close, placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me, moving me forward toward a gilt-edged mirror, where she stopped me.

And I saw against my throat in place of the jewelry that had lain there, an exquisite tiered necklace glittering ice blue with extraordinarily cut Sjofn diamonds from Lunwyn.

I also saw Valentine behind me and I watched as she bent her head so her mouth was close to my ear.

“Some time ago, a man filled with sorrow handed me a bag filled with hope. Those stones were in that bag,” she told me quietly and my eyes dropped back down to the necklace. “He knew, as I knew and now you know, even as he paid for the chance to have it again that love is priceless, love is worth every battle fought, every wound endured. He knew, as you now know, ma colombe, that love is everything.”

I lifted my hand and touched the stones with the tips of my fingers, but my eyes moved to hers in the mirror.

“You’re giving this to me?” I asked.

“Oh no, ma chérie, they have always been yours. I’m just returning them to you.”

Holy cow.

I shook my head. “But, it’s your payment.”

“I have learned, Madeleine, and I must admit it was against my will, but I have learned that there are many ways to be compensated.” Her fingers tipped in blood red pressed into my shoulders. “Today, you bind yourself to a man who holds you precious. You walk to him carrying a child made from love. I played a small part in that. And that is the only payment I need.”

I was so totally talking Apollo into giving her more diamonds to get my Fritos.

“I don’t know what to say,” I told her.

“Say nothing. Just be. And in being, be happy,” she replied.

Okay. Until then, I wasn’t sure she was my favorite person.

But now she’d hit the top ten.

I smiled at her in the mirror.

Her lips tipped up in return.

The door flew open and Loretta flew in. “The men are getting restless!” she cried.

Meeta strolled after her, her eyes coming to me, and noted, “This is true. However, things can hardly get started without you and it is an exercise in character to learn to wait.”

She wasn’t wrong.

But I didn’t want my man to wait so I made a move and felt Valentine’s hands fall from my shoulders.

“Time to get this show started,” Finnie murmured, came to me and leaned in to finish in my ear, “Try not to fall asleep.”

I grinned into her hair.

Apollo had explained the marriage ceremony of Lunwyn. I knew I was in for a lot of standing and a lot of hearing words no one in the room understood because the holy men of this place spoke in the ancient tongue.

I did not care.

When it was done, Apollo Ulfr (the good one) would officially be mine.

To get that, I’d stand for a year and listen to someone prattle on.

Luckily, I didn’t have to do that.

Finnie grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze before she leaned away and winked.

“See you at the post-nuptial festivities,” Circe said, dashing forward when Finnie moved away and touching her cheek to mine.

“See you there,” I replied.

She gave me another smile before moving away and Cora was there.

She touched her cheek to mine too and said, “Don’t be happy. Be ecstatically happy. You’ve earned it.”

She was so sweet.

“I will,” I promised.

She moved away and they all gathered together, Valentine not giving me any words for which I was glad. She’d said enough. I was just holding up. I didn’t need to break down. I wanted Apollo to marry the awesome me, not the puffy-eyed, mascara-streaked, red-faced me.

But before they exited, I studied them, thinking it was pretty freaking cool I was friends with two bona fide princesses and a full blown queen.

And just thinking it was pretty freaking cool I had so many friends.

Finnie in her ice blue velvet gown with the kickass crown in her white hair that looked like diamonds formed into icicles.

Circe wearing a heavy silk sarong made of gold material held up by a belt made of gold disks. Her gold bandeau top could be seen because it was covered by a sheer skintight long-sleeved golden top. A heavy-looking gold necklace at her neck, deeply dropping gold chandelier earrings at her ears and what appeared to be hundreds of gold bangles at her wrists. Her crown of feathers glimmering at her forehead.

Cora wearing a royal blue velvet dress in the fashion of Lunwyn, a heavy gold chain hanging low on her hips, the ends dripping down into massive sapphires, a tasteful, but fabulous gold crown mingled in her shining brunette updo.