nctuary chapel of our gods and goddess, starting from my parents, followed Leonidas clan, then the Itah clan, to whom the triplets reside, and shortly after my parents had met the final step did the welcoming sound of announcer spoke of the

one another, and he hit the ground flat, in the same manner as Ina but on her knees. The Itah clan was different in their greetings; by howling to one another, they sounded beauti

ly the same could be said about Isabella, as she was pushing me to walk a bit faster now that we were done. "Could you please stop badgering me to pursue a faster pace? You're my maid, not my teacher." I clarified her place to show a bit of dominance when Irvan pinched my arm. I w

the identity of someone who could be your potential mate, and you have agreed to disregard the possibility that you have a chosen mate. But fear not; your choices will be honored over time.

ed in, I could see the floors weren't of marble but of a clear glass that showed the galaxy, as if it could describe that it held the moon's curd of a chapel in its place. The varied mosaics illuminated the entire chapel; it is said she lives in this chapel as her second home, and

e as they shift into those of my clan's gray, white, and gold. As the sun passes, so do the colors into a green with purples from the Itah clan, greens, oranges, and blue, and those of the Skoll clan that mixed again. Chandeliers of crystals hung fr

next: "The arrival order is important; no mistakes must be made on the wedding date. As your parents before you did, we too had the same: The date will be when all of you are of age; in no less than eighteen will you wed

onidas, and as we both looked his way, his expression remained in anger: "Don't pull on her; she is not a doll, Young King Ivan." He used Ivan's title, which fueled Ivan instead. "Pay more attention to your Chosen Young Queen instead of correcting my actions." Leonidas growled again at Irvan, but then

had been wearing the same clothes as me. As I chose a bow with an arrow and a dagger, Irvan asked my father, "Why have a woman pick a weapon? Isn't that a bit out of her Queen duties? I find that tradition quite a disappointment." Father growled at Irvan, speaking firmly, "Under no circumstances are you to believe that for being a chosen mate, you have a choice on the rules of our clan; only my daughter with her blood will be allowed to make any changes;

ing our talents from what Father has told your chosen mate; say, let's have our bet, Lou," Mother said as she held my shoulders, "what bet would that be, a mother?" She smiled kindly as I lo