Did someone get hitched here this day? Tattle Fresh from his encounter with Margus, Tymall returned to the castle in a foul temper, but one look at Fay amid a pile of gowns and his mood took an upturn. She greeted him with a distracted smile. “What are you up to, Fay?” “A wedding dress, Ty …” she muttered, fingering a gold brocade, then a blue satin. “Do you want my opinion?” he asked with a laugh. “Um … maybe …” “Ah, it’s meant to be a surprise?” She grinned and nodded. “I have a surprise for you as well.” “Yes?” “I have arranged a formal ceremony on Beacon. The full works.” “How?” Her eyes were uncertain. “Relax. A glamour to hide my features and an assumed name. We’ll go in under guise, but the ceremony will be conducted in our true names.” She looked away. “The priest will be terrified.” “I’ll not harm him, I assure you, and I’ll make it worth his while.” He knelt beside her, crushing an emerald watered silk. “I know it’s not perfect, Fay, but I would marry you in a beautiful little chapel on a clean world using our real names in the ceremony, and thus a little initial subterfuge is not so bad, is it?”
