"What? Now?" Mikhail blinked. "Marry?"
"Yes. The king feels it would be a good thing for the kingdom to see a respected noble like yourself celebrating such a joyous occasion in these times, as a sign that life has returned to normal. Also, the king himself will take time to visit and give his blessing."
Mikhail's eyes shot over to Glory. The Witch's Pony's eyes were wide with shock. What was he to do? He had promised not to take her beloved from her, and despite impregnating Iris with triplets, he still intended to keep his word. On the other hand, part of him was thrilled at the idea of marrying the princess. The inner conflict was overwhelming.
"Could we perhaps wait for his arrival then?" He asked, hoping to buy some time.
Olga shook her head. "His Majesty insists it must be immediate.
With us here, along with the Horse Witches from the breeding farm, there are ample witnesses present to spread the word. The kingdom must be paying attention when the king gives his blessing."
Mikhail nodded dumbly, reminded that this was more of a political move than a favor to his family. It would show both the Royalist and rebel sides that the Copperstones had accepted this new regime. Due to their influence, many more nobles would be inclined to follow suit. He had to admit the upstart king had thought this out well. Nightingale also thought so, judging from her mumbled curse under her breath.
"Now, come along," Olga said, motioning him and Iris to accompany her as she turned towards the exit. "We will get things ready. And do not worry yourself for the details. We have been ordered to give you a full ceremony, and Lady Iris will be given a proper wedding party. Lady Nightingale may act as Maid of Honor to assist Lady Iris. The other ladies and I will help as bridesmaids, as well. To officiate, we will have..."
As Olga chattered on, Mikhail glanced at Glory and Nightingale. "Any ideas?" He whispered.
Ideas?