Rory blabbered from then on, offering possible theories and explanations.
Claire didn't want to think about it, but Rory never gave her a chance.
On their way back, Rory suggested that they visit the chapel.
The last thing Claire wanted to do was set foot inside it.
Everything in the building screamed the King's wedding out loud. And she had helped organise some of the decorations because of Eliza's persuasion.
And she had assisted with the cake the couple would share during the feast.
"Some other day, Aurora." Her tone was stern, the type that told her sister that there was no room for further argument.
It was nearing dusk as they entered the castle.
Music could be heard from the dining hall.
They were having a feast to celebrate the wedding… how could she have forgotten.
And he would be there.
"I hear music." Rory said beside her as they ascended the steps that led to their tower, swirling in rhythm to the melody as she giggled.
