Jaks laughed.“You aren’t prepping for war; this is a party.A party for you.”
“For us, and it is a sort of war.The largest battles are waged in the political arena, and those council members are planning to attend.”
“You leave them to me.You just enjoy your day.We are only going to do this once unless you agree to let me renew it every century.”
Quentin patted Jaks’s chest.“We’ll see how this one goes.”
Jaks stepped to the side and offered his arm.“Ready?”
Quentin tucked his hand around the crook of Jaks’s arm.“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You didn’t bring any of your orbs, did you?”
“Of course, you never know when you might need one.”Quentin patted his jacket pocket.
“Not the fire ones, right?”
Quentin grinned.“No promises.”
Smiling, Jaks escorted Quentin to the ceremony that would seal their union in the eyes of the clan.