Epilogue: The Day Finally Arrives
The banquet hall was heavy with the scent of roses and honeysuckle, wreaths of flowers decorating the walls and tables. William bowed to the king and queen already seated at the high table, before pulling out a chair for his own wife to sit down.
He then asked Camilla if she thought there were any flowers left behind in the actual gardens, or if every single plant had been stripped bare of its blooms to decorate the hall.
Camilla elbowed his side and whispered to him to be on his best behaviour and to avoid looking bored if he could help it.
"I'll try but I can promise you nothing." he grinned at her.
It was the night of the farewell banquet for Leo's eldest daughter, Princess Celia Devon. She was being escorted by a royal guard the following day to Havietten, where she'd finally meet her young husband-to-be.
Both of the princess's parents sat in their seats with pained expressions, and the bride's mother had eyes rimmed in red.