Mabel glared at her husband, King Raidan, who held a wedding invitation delicately between his fingers.
"Look, darling," Raidan said, unable to hide the joy in his voice. "Gabriel sent us the first wedding card. Isn't that wonderful?"
Mabel's expression darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Wonderful?" she scoffed. "There's nothing wonderful about it. I will never accept Amelie as the daughter-in-law of this family."
Raidan's smile faded as he exhaled heavily, his shoulders sagging. "Mabel, please. You're only hurting yourself, and Gabriel. I've told you before, you shouldn't place your trust in baseless fears. We have no proof of what the late high priestess said."
Mabel crossed her arms tightly. "And yet we believe in the Moon Goddess without ever seeing her," she snapped back. "Believe what you want, Raidan. Attend their wedding if you wish, but I will not be a part of it." Without waiting for a reply, she rose from the couch and left the room.
