I'm frazzled with nerves as I wander around the estate. Quill, as always, was needed elsewhere, but he told me he'd catch up to me.
People are rushing over and making everything set up. There's even the faintest smell of cinnamon and apples.
I clasp my hands together, dressed in a dark green dress that has long sleeves, and a collar that I keep buttoned. The fabric is warm, and long, and it matches the color of Quill's eyes.
I twist my ring, and fiddle with my locket, tensing up when I see Quill walking in with the rest of the pack. I'm waiting in the living room, anxious to see what's taking Quill and the pack so long to return from their errands.
And then I see them.
They've all dressed for the occasion, wearing suits with the estate's colors, and in Cersei's case, a gown as well.
Quill spots me first, and he smiles at me, being the first one to break off from the pack.
