To say that the entire place was in an uproar following the heading was an understatement. Rebecca was now the First Queen, legally and lawfully, and she was now (the 'how' remained unknown) a Necromantix. Gerald and all of the other magi could sense it immediately inside of her. He helped his wife up, holding her close, and looked absolutely flabbergasted at his new wife. "Is… is something wrong?" Rebecca asked, her eyes once filled with wonder, now filled with panic. Gerald had no answer. Panic had replaced his happiness, and he understood the great danger that this young woman was in.
"Rebecca, listen to me. You can never lie again. Swear it to me." His eyes were panicked and he felt her magic, pulling it to him and making it enforce the vow.
