The best part about the new cliffside manor was, undoubtedly, the kitchen.
Caspian had completely outdone himself. He knew my soul belonged to the culinary arts, so he had built a sanctuary of pale stone and gleaming copper, complete with a massive, roaring hearth and a wall of glass windows that overlooked the sparkling ocean.
Right now, however, that beautiful kitchen was covered in crumpled pieces of parchment, spilled ink, and half-eaten test pastries.
I chewed on the end of my quill, my nine silver tails swishing in agitation behind me. Designing a wedding menu was supposed to be fun. But designing a wedding menu for a Bunny-kin and a Fox-kin was a logistical nightmare.
"Carrots," I muttered to myself, crossing out a line on the parchment. "No, too cliché. She'll think I'm making a joke. But if I serve too much heavy meat, Luna won't be able to eat anything. And if I serve only salads, Jax and his guard friends will riot."
"Mom!"
