The Wedding

Standing, I look around myself. It's beautiful, everything is white. The snow, however, hasn't fallen for a few days. So I'm sure that very soon it will all disappear. I haven't seen the palace grounds without snow.

"How are you feeling?" William looks at me.

"Fine, I think."

"You seem to be doing well at separating your feelings from Winters." He smiles, and I nod. I am; Winter gets jealous easily, but I don't. Winter also is far more protective than I am, almost in an excessive way.

"How are things with Kellan?" That I want to know. I watch as Lyra walks in with Yori. They are smiling, so does that mean he's stopped running?

"We're talking. I agreed that him calling me dad may be a little weird. We came to an agreement. We stay how we were."

Turning, I smile. "You were like a father to him anyway, William."

"Those were his words. The king rarely took time to get to know them. It was myself who was there, who taught them football, he taught them to shift, how to control their wolves.