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“Well,” Henry answers, hesitating. “Cora and Roger will see the prophecy.”

My face falls a little when I realize the implications of this. “Really? Unfair,” I declare, pouting.

Henry laughs a little along with me. “It will bring them closer to him, give them a bond.”

“Well,” I sigh, “I want them to have that. What sort of things do you learn, though? Do you share them with the parents?”

“If you choose,” Henry shrugs. “I always did. And Sinclair and Roger’s godparents shared with me, for which I was grateful.”

“What did they tell you?” I ask, curious.

“That Sinclair would be a great leader of men,” Henry says, looking down at the baby again, clearly remembering his baby who looked so like this one. “That was no surprise. But Roger, that was…”

I pause, curious, suddenly fascinated. “What did they say?”

He hesitates and then meets my eye. “I never even told Roger about it. But they told me that his destiny laid less with who he was, and more with the children he would sire. The many children, who would be…” he looks away a bit, trying to sort his thoughts, “it was hard to understand. But something about a set of extraordinary children who would bring much joy to the world.”

this, though I work hard

guess Cora

if Cora can’t give him children… Henry meets, my eyes, perhaps understanding the direction of my thoughts.

think too hard on her messages they often present themselves in the most

–

smile, fighting against my own disappointment. I sit up straighter in my chair, smiling down at my baby, who’s staring up at me with his wide eyes, which

at him again. “And his future

heart is full to bursting to see all of them – especially Isabel, James, and Sadie, who I think I hugged for a

catch up with them as much as I wanted to, as I have to greet all of our guests and introduce Rafe around to his new friends and family. But still, Isabel and I make plans to have a good long talk later this week before Cora

approaches. Anxious, I straighten the top of my glittering silver gown, which I picked expressly for the occasion. It’s perhaps too much for a trip to the woods, but we’ll be having champagne later – and then everyone coming back to the house to celebrate all evening – so it seemed right that we be formal tonight

God, I don’t know. I’ve never held a midnight

rests two reassuring hands on my shoulders. “Everything is in order, Ella – you

mate can read my mind in more ways than one. “I just want everything to go smoothly, and everyone to have a nice time, and to make sure that everyone gets

whispers in my ear, and I can feel him smiling as he does it. “You don’t need to be everything to everyone, trouble. They’re here to help you. You could have come down in pajamas ten minutes before the ceremony, with baby vomit streaked down your shirt,

would have cared,” I say, turning on him with wide eyes. “Ew!”

laughs, drawing me in for a quick kiss. “What I mean, Ella, is that you should just calm down and enjoy the night. It’s for us, as much as for him.

I murmur, smiling against his lips and then looking down at my happy baby in my arms. “I need to…live in the

says, putting an arm around my shoulders and moving towards the door. “It’s good that you figured that out now,

entrance, towards the two vans waiting to take us all out in the