The first person to discover something was wrong was not Sebastian.
It was not Rael.
It was not Dineski.
It was not one of the palace scholars who spent their lives studying ancient mysteries.
It was the wedding planner.
Unfortunately.
Because the moment she entered the hidden library the next morning and found Sebastian staring at a black book like it had personally insulted his ancestors—
she immediately assumed the worst.
"Please tell me that isn't another crisis."
Silence.
Sebastian looked at her.
The wedding planner looked at Sebastian.
Then at the book.
Then back at Sebastian.
Then sighed.
The sigh of a woman who had survived entirely too much.
"Is it another crisis?"
"...Possibly."
She closed her eyes.
"Of course it is."
Aliena, sitting nearby with a book in her lap, immediately felt guilty.
Mostly because she was trying very hard not to laugh.
The planner pointed dramatically.
"I have spent six months organizing this wedding."
Nobody interrupted.
