Page 39 of Crown of Thorns
“Unless he’s willing to put her in something more substantial, I don’t care,” Rhys says.
“Yes, your majesty,” Craig replies, making a note in his leather folio before moving on. “We have to arrange flowers for the abbey and the reception. Talk to the chefs about a reception dinner. Pick a cake. Normal wedding things.”
“Do you have any preferences on wedding colors or flowers, your grace?” he asks me.
“I have no idea… but, maybe my mother had a tiara, if I need one—”
“You do,” Rhys interrupts and I barely keep from rolling my eyes.
“Maybe I’d like to have something of hers… even if it’s only for a day,” I say hesitantly.
“Then we’ll make it so,” Rhys says.
“And maybe we could find out what kind of bouquet she carried?” I ask. “I think I’d like to have a bit of her with me.”
“Then you shall have her,” Rhys says softly.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll give you anything if you let me,” he says.
“Umm… maybe?”
He sighs and then says, “Aye, hen. I’ll wait for you but no’ too long.”
“So, what else do we need?” I ask.
“Wedding rings from the royal gold reserves,” Craig says, the feeling of overwhelm crashes over me again. “You’ll have to pick what China service you want your reception dinner served on.”
I look to Rhys before asking, “Did your mother have one?”
“Aye,” he says.
“Would you like to use that one?” I ask.
“You haven’t even seen it,” he says with a smile. “What if you do no’ like it?”
“If it means something to you then it doesn’t matter what it looks like. Does it mean something to you?”
“Aye, hen, it does.”
“Then we’ll use that,” I reply. “What else, Craig?”
“I’ll get with chef to see what he suggests for the supper. Anything you don’t like?” he asks me already knowing what Rhys would choose.
“Uh… gross stuff?”
“So, no kidney pie?” Rhys asks.
“Umm, no.”
“I’ll get with Maeve after I leave here and see if she’ll set up a dress consultation,” Craig says.
“Let her know we’re on a time constraint,” Rhys adds.
“What’s our timeline?” Craig asks calmly.
“By the end of the month.”
