Ice followed the wizard’s hand, and the witch’s flame helped carve their wedding sculpture. “I’m sorry.”
She admired the ice swans they’d created. “Why?”
“Arranged marriages are archaic.”
“Yes, but it will ally our peoples in peace.”
“But, do you—”
“I do.”
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