People formed long lines to receive their share of the feast.
No one pushed or shoved, and no one complained about the portion sizes. Every plate was piled high with food.
Just as the festive atmosphere reached its peak, the crowd spontaneously parted, creating a path down the middle.
Murphy's wheelchair appeared at the far end of the path. Aurora pushed him, her steps steady and unhurried.
Murphy, in his wheelchair, was dressed in his usual deep blue linen clothes, the familiar crimson velvet blanket covering his lap.
Unlike usual, a faint smile graced his pale face.
Aurora wore a simple silver-gray gown. Her long, golden hair was loosely pinned up, a few strands trailing along her neck, glowing like molten gold in the firelight.
At that moment, the cheers reached a crescendo.
"Governor!"
"Lady Aurora!"
People rose to their feet, raising their cups in a toast.
