The drizzle turned into steady rain as Dominic sat on the balcony of his office under a newly installed awning and listened to the radio while watching the party unfold.
[We are arriving at the designated location outside Lympsbury. Elapsed time, three hours and fifty-eight minutes. Average speed over ground calculated to eighty kilometres an hour.
Delivery is being made now, we will update as needed.]
That was what Dominic had been waiting for among the sea of evacuation messages and emergency requests.
With that bit of information at hand, he headed back down to join the guests, and see how the list of requested weddings was coming along. He assumed that some were holding off because there were sure to be more coming to the region, but once they found a good match, many of the Nobles wouldn't wait to get some security.
However, he had not expected that nearly a third of the Natural Sons were either on the list already or in serious discussions with at least one of the ladies.
