"Your Majesty, I understand your eagerness to seal the mating bond," the witch said in a restrained voice, "A mate is a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself, and you have already waited for so long. However, there appears to be no auspicious date in the near future. None that would truly favor the sacred union of souls."
Raymon Vye's fingers tightened at his sides, his jaw clenching as he forced his expression to remain neutral. This stubborn witch! He had already tried every subtle mean to win her over sending gifts, offering favors through mutual contacts, even hinting at some 'gratitude'. But she refused to bend and give him what he wanted.
He was seconds away from interrupting her when she suddenly lifted her gaze and she said softly, "But, there is one day that stands above all others. It is the most auspicious of all days, when the stars align in the Moon Goddess's highest grace. It falls about a month and a half from now, on the day of the Moon Goddess's own birth."
