Hever looked at Nautilus and whispered, “Blink if you need help.”
He snorted. “I am fine.”
Veradil sighed. “Hever, your sense of humour is not appreciated.”
Nautilus smiled. “I appreciate it. She has removed any nerves I had about courting you, Veradil.”
Hever mumbled, “If that were courting, I would hate to see foreplay.”
Veradil covered her eyes, and Nautilus grinned.
“Sorry, Mom. I am on good behaviour, I promise. From now on.”
Krix chuckled. He introduced her to his parents, and they all sat around talking about their day.
When it was Hever’s turn, she smiled. “I have a new assistant. It pays more than being my mechanic.”
Veradil chuckled. “What are they like?”
“Dex is really tall. She has a few inches on Krix, actually. Just a little shorter than Nautilus.”
Veradil smiled. “That’s interesting. Heavy-hitter, mechanic’s skills?”
“Of course.”
Krix snorted. “And apparently immune to toxins.”
Nautilus leaned forward. “And tall, does she carry a sword?”
“Not in her skirt and heels.”
Krix frowned. “There is something nagging at me, and I can’t remember why.”
The housekeeper called them for dinner, and the conversation changed to the wedding.
Krix lifted her left hand and kissed it. “Yes, a fun subject.”
Krix’s mother, Xelia, smiled. “That is complicated, but do you want a long engagement or a short one?”
Krix muttered, “Short.”
Veradil smiled. “Our family and friends can be gathered in about ten days.”
Xelia looked to her mate, Kenovar. “How long does the Stronghold need?”
“For a party? Anything would be fine.”
Hever paused. “You mean hold it at the Stronghold? No. I have a lot of friends and family who are not welcome there. I want to have the party here.”
Veradil said, “Salmet has offered the Aksallan gardens for the ceremony and a reception at the prefect’s residence.”
Kenovar sighed. “Fine. How soon can it be managed?”
Hever said, “Can I ask Dex?”
Everyone nodded.
Hever smiled. “Can she come over?”