Edward
"We decided to sort of accelerate the relationship, though, it was likely going there anyway even without out our surprise. So, Angelica is planning out the ceremony in Stormalong in a week or two. A smaller affair, enough to make things seem normal, but nothing extravagant. And then... I suppose she will return here and I will stay there administrating Stormalong until you return and she can come back to Stormalong, whenever she is ready, of course." Eric explained, some of the finer points.
Leon
"Rekkan, I'm here." Her voice held a warm soothing tone to it as she tried to make sense of his condition. She assumed he was dreaming, though by the beats of his pacing heart, it could have fallen to nightmares. The shifter could only hope she was wrong. 

Tearing her gaze reluctantly from the warrior, Marsila tilted focus towards Priscilla, who mutter calming words into her husbands ear. "Priscilla, I will need you to reattach the horses to the wagon while I sort these two out." She instructed as she began with Rekkan. His body didn't burn her as much now, as she slid her arms beneath his shoulder blades and his thighs, allowing her to lift the man. Her legs struggled somewhat to raise her body as the weight of his muscle made it a harder task to carry him back inside the wooden box. Grunting with every few steps while trying to not cause him any more damage. Eventually, the shifter managed to transfer the men into the wagon as Priscilla finished with the horses. 

"Do you know where we are heading towards? Because I am absolutely clueless." Marsila asked, hoping she knew more about the area as she had probably lived in Astoria most of her life. Her suspicions were confirmed when Priscilla gave a brief nod. 

"From the path we took, we are heading towards Ibethiel." That was all Marsila needed. Ibethiel in her opinion wasn't exactly one of the best places to hide but it would suffice in keeping the couple safe. Once they found somewhere they could rest and eat without fear of a blade being thrown in their direction, Marsila and Rekkan would need to figure out their next move. Mainly, how to rid the bounty that had been placed on his head.
David
Muffled words penetrate ears, making them ring true. The sound travels through water that protects a weak conscience against the ravaging flames of a black furred beast. It gives the man solace. The dim light of his own fire sparks stronger as his states are ushered to full rest by the soothing embrace of bound serenity. It wavers not to the rampage of the chained fires that besiege it and is granted revitalization by the presence of one that cares truly about Rekkan. When was the last time that the guy had someone to call his friend? It seems that the time is now, more than ever.

The short pit stop ends and the four are once again journeying through the trail out to the border between Astoria and Ibethiel. Priscilla comments that is best to stop in a village on the way to get supplies and rest enough for the men to regían their consciences and basic motor skills. She figures that if there is an alchemist or herbalist at their next stop, she will have the necessary ingredients to decrease recovery time and help mend the bodies faster.

The village in question is one of the smallest and a remote location close to the corner border of Ibethiel and Astoria. It rarely sees passing of travellers because the most popular routes go through Terresol or Northern Feyshore. This might be the refuge they need for the first night, at least. With any luck, one of the hovels houses what or who Priscilla is looking for.
Joseph
Anyanka turned at Eric's explanation, and her brow knitted together. "You can't get married next week we-" She cut herself off, her gaze moving to Mikhail. She'd been so worried for Mikhail's sake when she found out she was carrying him, about the prospect of him being a bastard. Heath was gone, so she'd done what she had to do to give him a family, and it had been a disaster. 

She wouldn't ask the same of Angelica. If she had the opportunity for a marriage, and a family, and to live the life Anya had wanted so desperately for herself, she wasn't going to stop her. The Queen's brow softened, and she gave a small smile. 

"Congratulations to the both of you, we'll have to celebrate once we've returned. I'm sorry I won't be able to attend your wedding." She looked to Angelica, and let out a long breath. "Begin repairs on Stormalong's castle immediately. Allocate the funds from my personal accounts, as a gift for your wedding."
Edward
Eric's heart felt as if it skipped a beat, the refurbishment of the Keep might be entirely complete by thaw. _His_ castle would be repaired entirely. The prospect was still alien, he'd need to make it a home, for him, and his eyes went to Angelica, and for the next generation of _Staffords_. Another generation, he and Angelica would be the first noble Staffords. 

"Your grace... I couldn't thank you enough, there are still funds in Stormalong's treasury from my campaign in the south. I will be sure to use those first, and for anything non-essential." He said, a smile on his face. The last two days had been already some of the best moments in his life.
Joseph
She nodded, and Angelica moved to take a seat at the table beside Mikhail. The blonde looked to the boy, and he gave her a half hearted smile. 

"So I'll have a cousin?" Mikhail asked, only the faintest hint of amusement in his tone. Angelica gave a small, nervous laugh and nodded. 

"Yes, I suppose you will." She mused, and reached for his hand to squeeze it tightly. "_Listen, Mikhail_," She started, her gaze fixed on Eric and Anya as they spoke of repairs. "_I know the last year has been awful, and we've still got a long way to go before we find any sort of calm in this storm. But for what it's worth, I'm glad to see you again._" She finally pulled her gaze away from Eric to look at the Prince, who was watching the Queen and her Knight as well. 

"I wish the circumstances of my return were better, but I look forward to that calm one day, Lady Angelica." Mikhail mused, and Anya gave a laugh, wrapping her arms around Eric in an embrace. 

"You've been endlessly loyal and crucial to everything that we've become as a nation, Eric. You don't have to thank me, but if you hurt Angelica or my godchild I will personally see to your destruction."
Edward
Eric gave a nervous laugh as soon as he felt Anya's arms wrap around him. "I would never, in any situation. If anything, I'm more worried about her hurting me. She's terrifying when angry."

Eric said, returnning the hug somewhat awkwardly as he normally did when Anya displayed anyform of affection. It was always so strange when she did. He was still getting used to affection from Angelica.
Joseph
Angelica rolled her eyes at the comment. "Please, Eric, I'm not terrifying. I just know what I want and do what I need to to assure it happens." She scoffed, and moved to stand once more. Once she did, she crossed around the table to take Eric's hand. "We'll leave you to your breakfast, Durkhan's. I've got construction to oversee, and this one needs to find me something shiny." She teased, and squeezed Eric's hand.
Edward
Eric laughed at the shiny comment, and tightened his grip in her hand and stood up. For probably the first time, Anya saw a hint of real emotion in Eric's face when he looked at Angelica. The look of complete affection and near-happiness was there every time his gaze moved over her. 

"Enjoy your breakfast." He said, giving the two a token glance before beginning to walk off with Angelica. It hit him, he didn't want to go. He really didn't want to go to Stormalong for however long Anyanka would be gone, the place would feel empty without his new-wife living there with him. As they walked away, Eric leaned in, "I need to learn how to govern." He said quietly, a voice filled with realization over the fact that, along with the prestige of ruling over one of the largest cities in Marin, Eric needed to actually know how to govern that city, along with the surrounding villages and farmland. 

"I've never really been good with numbers, and governing is mostly numbers."