Wedding Planning

Astra was about to reply that she didn't want to plan either. But Fred might well still be listening, so she caught herself, instead saying: "The ceremony, I suppose."

"Religious or secular?" Belboz snapped. "Fred has told me that he is happy to go along with your wishes."

"Secular." If it was a secular ceremony, she could tell herself that she wasn't really married, which would make her feel a little better.

"How many guests will you have?"

"None. I don't know anyone in Caemlyn or anywhere in the neighbourhood, as far as I'm aware."

"Fred has said that he would be happy to transport here by magic anyone from Aqualaria that you wanted to be present. At least your parents and siblings surely ought to attend."

"Can he really do that?"

"It's hard to believe, I know, but he evidently thinks that he can."

Astra paused, rather expecting that remark of Belboz's to provoke a response from Fred. When none came, she concluded that he was no longer listening to their conversation. No doubt he had other things to attend to.

"I think he's stopped listening," she said. "So about this Eye thingy. Why can't I just snatch the necklace from him?"

1. "Because before you could manage to lay your hand on it, he'd have enough time to turn you into a worm or something."
2. "Because, as Reaibn found, you wouldn't be able to hang on to it if it still wanted to belong to Fred."
3. "Because you would quickly become as crazy as Reaibn and Fred. It's not safe for anyone to touch."
4. Belboz merely said "Shh!", and put his finger to his lips.
5. "You can finish the wedding arrangements in the dungeons," came Fred's voice. Astra suddenly found herself chained up naked there, with Belboz standing in front of her, still with his clipboard. "This job does have its compensations after all," he leered.

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