Ivy looks beautiful,” Riley said, watching the couple on the dance floor. “Even with her bump.”

Karis nodded with a tearful sniff. “Especially with her bump. I was against the pixie look for her wedding dress at first, but now I see it is the perfect choice.”

Gerri nodded. “The delicate fabric floats away from her body yet highlights her beauty. And the simple flowers in her hair are a just enough. Regal, yet unpretentious, and with the coronation tomorrow, there’s plenty of time for pomp.”

“Did you see the coronation dress hanging in the throne room antechamber?” Henley asked. “It’s amazeballs! Ivy and the dressers outdid themselves. It’s a modern twist on the Roman Empire. It’s got a tight, low scooped bodice that highlights Ivy’s full breasts, but gathers under her bust to fall with full length pleats that drop to her ankle. There’s a train that attaches to the back at the high waist for the coronation ceremony but can be removed afterward. It’s so cool.”

Riley sipped her wine. “You sound more excited for the coronation tomorrow than for the wedding today. Why?”

Henley shrugged, thoughtfully. “I’m not one for the frills and fusses, but I was surprised how much the ceremony resembled one of ours. It was a nice nod to Earth and our customs.”

Gerri sipped her Sidaii. “So, you don’t want a big wedding, Henley?” she commented, watching Riley’s engagement ring glint in the candlelight.

“Trying to keep your ducks in order, Gerri?” Karis joked. “One down, one in the process, and one to go.”

Henley choked on a piece of cake, grabbing for a napkin. “Hey, don’t lump me with that lot. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the idea of a mate, but I’m having too much fun right now to even think about it. I’m keeping it casual. End of story.”

Riley smirked. “Yeah, Hen’s idea of a romantic wedding is a white leather mini dress and go-go boots, and a Harley Davidson motorcycle with tin cans tied to a just hitched sign.”

“Hey, at least I can jump on the back of a bike and take off in a cloud of dust. Your life isn’t your own, princess. Especially once you and Jag make your marriage official. Karis has your royal tour already planned, so why wouldn’t I do something free and different?”

Riley blinked, the truth of it dawning. “Oh my God. You’re right. I’m going to be a princess.” She covered her mouth, laughing. “You know, I never even thought about it. All I wanted was Jag.”

Karis patted her hand, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. “That’s the way it should be, honey. Wanting the man, not the monarchy. It’s all I ever wanted for my boys. True love.” With a sigh, she picked up her glass of sparkling Sidaii and held it up. “Long live the king and queen.”

Riley, Henley, and Gerri raised their glasses as well. “May they reign happily in love and peace.”

“Speaking of Jag, where is the man? I haven’t seen him since dinner,” Henley questioned, scanning the ballroom.

Karis and Gerri shared a look, but it wasn’t missed on Riley. “What do you two know? Please don’t tell me you’ve turned this into some sort of double wedding.”

“No, of course not.” Karis shook her head. “That would go against protocol. You and Jag will have your day, and you’ll get to design your wedding gown same as Ivy.”

The doors to the ballroom opened, and Damen rushed in. He was still in his dress uniform as Chief of Security and Vander’s head groomsman, but there was desert dust on his pant legs as if he’d been riding hard.

“What’s happening?” Riley asked, slight panic gripping her. It had been four weeks since her ordeal, and though she was okay most of the time, she wasn’t sure she could handle any more.

Vander’s head was together with Damen’s and he spared a look for Riley at the table. Her heart jumped to her throat, and she stood from her chair on instinct, but her knees wobbled, and she fell forward.

“Honey, sit down!” Karis warned.

Panic rising, she swallowed hard. “It’s Jag. Why would Damen be road dusty unless something happened that dragged him out to the sands?” She twisted a cloth napkin in her hands, shaking her head. “Something’s happened. Something they don’t want me to know.” She exhaled, twisting the ring on her finger, her finger rubbing the sapphire as if it were a magic stone that could make Jag appear and make everything all right.

Vander nodded, and Damen stepped to the side while the king stepped up on the dais and raised his hands.

“Honored guests,” he began. “Many of you have come from far and wide, and we offer you our deepest thanks. Galaxa is home to many different cultures and races, but we are united in one thing—our love for our planet and the dream of peace and prosperity for its citizens. That peace and prosperity has been threatened, both from within these walls and without. We are working to unravel the web that has trapped us in strife and poverty, and I promise there will be a reckoning. The first fruits of that reckoning have just been brought to my attention—”

Riley’s eyes focused on Vander and his words and her gaze flew to Henley. “Did Maddox wake from his coma? Is that what this is about?”

“No, not since Damen last checked,” she replied. “That was this morning, before the ceremony. He didn’t want anything to interrupt the day, so he doubled the guard.”

She turned back to Vander as he spoke.

“Children throughout the land, from here in the Palladia to the tent villages of the sands to the Mirror Mountains and beyond, have suffered because of treachery. You will be here tomorrow to witness my wife crowned Queen of Galaxa, and with her coronation comes a new promise that no child will suffer. No parent will have to choose between their love for their family and their dignity as a person. The first fruits of this change have happened, and that which was taken has now been found.”

He raised his hand to the ballroom door, and there stood Jag with Kes. The little boy held the prince’s hand. He was thin, but his face seemed happy and relieved.

Riley’s hand flew to her mouth, and she stood, sending her chair crashing to the floor. She rushed around the table and hurried to the center of the empty dance floor.

Ivy walked Lettie over, and handed the little girl to her. “Here you go, Mom,” she said with a wink.

Riley knelt, not caring about her dress or that she was in public. She clutched Lettie’s hand and threw the other one out, reaching for Kes. The boy rushed into her arms and she hugged both children to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

The ballroom erupted in cheers as Jag joined them, hugging her and the kids as if no one else in the world mattered. He kissed the side of her hair, his arms holding the three of them tightly. “Their father’s gone, Ri,” he whispered.

Her heart clenched, and she closed her eyes, hugging them harder.

“Look at me, love,” Jag said softly, moving his hand to her chin, lifting her face. “Are you good with ready-made families?”

Tearstained, she nodded as happiness bubbled up her chest in a contented laugh. “Oh, baby. I am more than good.”

“You promise?”

Another watery laugh and her heart filled with joy. “Pinky promise.”