The delegation from the North had brought wedding gifts with them, to acknowledge the honour it was for the king to have chosen himself a wife from among their people.
For the queen mother, goblets of moulded glass, their stems glittering red like rubies. “For your hospitality in welcoming our sister into your family,” they said. “You show us a great honour.”
The queen mother accepted the gift with a gracious nod, but her smile was thin and her gaze as sharp as broken ice.
For the new queen, a cloak of deep red velvet, the hem embroidered with swallows’ wings in golden thread. “Like the swallow, may you make the South your home,” they told her, “though its summer be regrettably brief.”
The new queen pulled the cloak gratefully around her shoulders and laughed.
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