Surely, nothing would go wrong this time, right?
Maybe it was some new type of curse, because how else could anyone explain how unfortunate they've been when it came to having their honeymoon?
From a nail cut too short, to a full scale epidemic, it was as if fate wanted to keep them celibate.
But this time, in a place where cottages wouldn't be sitting right next to each other and in a place where no one could hear their breathing or moans, maybe they'd have a chance to be with each other.
It was a much needed time off for the couple. Now that the Red Fever scare was over, other settlements started opening their doors to travelers like them.
And so, after leaving Greystone's management to Eira—with the assistance of Mira, Marla, Joshua and Therese—the two finally embarked on their honeymoon trip.
A city with all the noise, a quiet town, maybe a forest, or a room on the highest floor at Blackthorn? It could honestly be anywhere and Shannon would gladly take Tristan there.
