Charlotte stood on a small platform at one end of the oblong room, Tal beside her. Both looked particularly dashing in their evening finery. The chairman of the Ontarian Joint Council raised his glass and said, “To High Queen Charlotte, the most relentless negotiator I have ever had the privilege to know. May your next twenty years be as productive as your last.” The crowd erupted in happy cheers and Charlotte paused to kiss her life mate before taking a sip from her glass. “I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful,” Krysta said once the den from the toast subsided. “Or happier.” Raising her glass to her lips as tears swam in her eyes, Cinarra was still struggling to accept that all this was real. The last time she’d been in the same physical vicinity as this many people she knew and loved, they had been standing on the shores of rainbow falls, deciding how to protect Seth, or rather Betaul. Until he was fully trained and able to make his own decisions, he would remain Betaul.
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