Aiden walked through the long corridor of the church, hands tucked in his coat pockets.
The soft click of shoes echoed behind him—his wives in a chaotic cluster of chatter and laughter.
His wives were in their human disguise.
"Umm… why didn't the Princess come?" Nyxion asked, tail flicking lazily as she adjusted her hair.
"She said she had unfinished work," Lysandra replied, shifting little Leona in her arms.
Leona blinked up at her, playing with the end of Lysandra's braid.
"Hey, guys…" Thristle's voice chimed out in a sing-song tone.
Everyone looked at her.
She grinned. "We're in a church, right?"
"Yeah?" Nyxion said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
"Then—" Thristle's grin widened. "Let's just have our wedding ceremony right here!"
"YES!" Serica jumped forward, eyes sparkling like she just heard her favorite song. "Yes yes yes! Child Of Prophecy, let's do it! Can we?"
Aiden stopped mid-step and looked back at her with a chuckle. "You're serious?"
