Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Stephanie created a pair of matching, but inversely coloured, suits for the twins. One was white with a black shirt, the other black with a white shirt. The bride would be in silver, with black and white accents, once she got over the shock of the cat turning into a small girl and demanding that she strip.

The twins smiled at their suits and quickly changed. These were in the style that Stephanie had determined was the most fashionable among the Nobles, and of excellent quality, so the boys had no issues changing from the suits that they had come to the party wearing.

“Alright, now give me a moment, and I will cast a charm on you to get you through the party.” Wolfe instructed.

There was a perfect one in his arsenal, one that he used all the time.

Stamina.

Wolfe began with the basic armour charm, at Rank One, on the clothes, which were already self repairing, thanks to Stephanie’s magical creation, he snuck the stamina charm onto each of the grooms, and gave them a pat on the shoulder.

“Just a moment more and we are ready. I don’t want you to have to wait too long before your bride steps out to meet you.” Wolfe whispered.

Once Stephanie gave him the two-minute warning, Wolfe led the grooms out, where dozens of Nobles were waiting to congratulate them on the good news, along with Petros, who had a folder in his hands.

“I heard about the good news, so I sent my servant to the carriage to get the formal paperwork. It would be a shame not to be able to hold your wedding night because the paperwork wasn’t done.” The powerful and deceptively youthful looking old man laughed.

Wolfe tapped his chin as he thought. “Should I send the paperwork in so she can sign it before she comes out and not ruin the mood?”

Petros shook his head. “Here, it’s just the parents or guardians who sign for both parties. If your family doesn’t agree, you have to officially and publicly disown them before the ceremony.”

That was a bit extreme, but Nobility always had some odd customs, and this one was really an extension of honouring your parents.

Wolfe felt Stephanie change back into a cat, as did Petros, though he couldn’t quite understand what sort of magic he was feeling, and then the bride came out with Stephanie on her shoulder.

Her silver gown shimmered in the sunlight, accented with the fake jewels that Wolfe had made earlier, and made her look like a Fae Princess come to visit the mortal realms. Stephanie had even used magic to do her hair into a seemingly impossible mass of braids and curls that would put any of the other Nobles here to shame.

The Ladies gasped as she stepped out, and her two husbands stepped to her side to greet the crowd.

The twin in white, Aaron, Wolfe thought, addressed the crowd.

“Thank you all for being here today. I know that this is a bit sudden, as we met less than an hour ago, but I am pleased to announce our marriage to the daughter of Baron Mora. Saint Petros has formalized the paperwork with both of our families, and the deal is official.” He declared, loud enough for everyone to hear him.

There was cheering all around, but suspiciously loud cheering from the girls their age that didn’t match the mixture of embarrassed and slightly disgusted looks on their faces. It must have been true what their father said. They really had been approaching every possible match with the two for one deal, and none of them were going for it.

That would likely lead to some rumours about the new Lady Ara, but gossip was a mainstay for bored people everywhere.

The cheers faded after a moment as the service staff came around to deliver drinks and appetizers, turning the conversation to the quality of the luncheon. Some of the dishes were familiar, ones that Nobles had brought to the potluck, and others were ones that they had never seen before.

Even the punch was made with unfamiliar fruits and alcohol, which went down entirely too smoothly, and it wasn’t long before quite a few of the Nobles were insensibly drunk.

“I think we might have miscalculated the dosage of the punch.” Countess Dewinter whispered to Karl as the third hour of the party passed, and numerous Nobles had to be escorted to their carriages by their servants, as they were too drunk to walk and didn’t want to embarrass themselves by passing out drunk in the middle of the afternoon.

They were sending the servants to say their polite goodbyes, with excuses covering everything from the afternoon heat, to an abundance of excitement overwhelming their delicate mistresses. They were all received with grace by the Duchess and her staff, until eventually the outflow of Nobles marked the polite end of the luncheon, and the ones who had the good sense to realize that the punch still needed to be rationed as if it were wine, came to say their farewells.

“Is there anyone left?” Countess Dewinter asked.

“I have granted a room to the newlywed couple for the evening, in the far wing of the house, with the soundproof barriers active. They may remain for a few days, but the maids have instructions to bring meals up to them without disturbing their evening.” The butler replied with great dignity.

That was far too close to his comfort boundaries when talking about the sex lives of family members, but everyone understood. It was their equivalent of a honeymoon, away from their own estates and responsibilities for a few days, while the official letters were sent out and the decisions were made on where the additional parties needed to be held.

“Is there anything else that we need to cover today? I see that the staff have already started to clean up before they go home, but that will take a while to finish.” Wolfe asked.

“I think that’s everything. Thank you for covering for me. I couldn’t have managed all of this on my own.” The young Countess replied with a soft smile.

“In that case, why don’t we start on a more relaxed dinner? There should be ripe produce in the garden again.” Cassie offered.

“Again? Didn’t we just clear out everything that your magic grew?”

Ella laughed and patted her on the head, taking a moment to fix the young Countess’ braids.

“We used more magic. The garden should be ready again, and it will grow much more rapidly than you might expect. At the very least, you won’t need to bring in food from outside until you have more residents at your house.”

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