*The rest of the story will be written in present tense*
Riley POV
My mother mouth rattles off with a thousand instruction to our hoard of warrior-turn-wedding attendants. She is in full commander mode and even my father was steering clear of her. She is not one to not get her way. I am over the moon to finally get to call Nikola mine. I hardly care what shade the tablecloths were.
My family's colour is red, sangria specifically, so my gele is already decided. Nik will be wearing juniper and sage in whatever ratio my mother deemed satisfactory.
I just want her to be mine.
We are a few months away from being the new rulers of OUR people.
Everything is finally perfect.
