"Come on, Missy, it's time to go find Mom." Lugh lifted his nine-year-old sister down from the countertop, where she had been watching him make meat pies. It wasn't a prince's duty but he always enjoyed baking with Missy.
She grinned at him as he removed his apron and dusted flour off of himself. He wasn't dressed for baking, her eyes lingered on his suit—the crisp white and gold embroidery catching the candlelight.
The same suit his father had worn on his wedding day.
Lugh inhaled deeply, trying to calm the restless energy buzzing beneath his skin. Excitement and nerves coiled tightly inside him. Today was the day.
He had waited years for this moment—long nights spent at sea with his father, postponing all thoughts of marriage until duty allowed. But now, his course was set. By sundown, he would embark on a journey across the Atlantic to meet his destined mate, Nerida, princess of the Northern Sirens.
