I watched my wife walk in, fully dressed in a slate Prada skirt suit that hemmed well above the knee, Dolce ruffle shirt that showed off her amazing rack, and Louboutin maroon heels that accentuated her toned legs. I couldn’t help but smirk. Long gone was the little girl I had met at the Brew… Baroness Merida de Romanus stood firmly before us rolling her eyes at the guards escorting her. Even Lestat looked at me and winked in full approval of her attire. She turned to look at me and I mouthed to her, “I fucking love you.” She smiled then looked at Marius who gave her a nod and a wink. The old man was proud of her. Not just for this but of how she had stepped up to help Cherry care for Carrie in the aftermath of her rape and torture. She was now a full grown woman. When we got home I was going to spend hours making love to my woman. Mine. All mine.
Of course as the deputy read her oath to her, she couldn’t hold back from giving him shit. Maharet’s blood certainly courses through my wife — bond or not — and that was very clear. Chancellor O’Connor commented, “Its like a younger version of the twins.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I thought to myself, “It’s in the genes.” And Counselor Windsor started in on her.
There were moments where Meri would look up, and I followed her gaze to land on the face of my adoring sister in law, Carrie. Bravely standing in full view of her attackers drawing AND giving strength from and to Meri. They had gotten really close. And as I sat there, I thought this whole ordeal has brought this family closer than ever before. And then I shot a glance up to Altais and then to Frank who seemed absolutely solemn. I said in an almost inaudible voice, “The more you come at us the more we unite against you and the more we tear you apart.” Lestat put a hand on my shoulder, “Indeed, brother indeed.” He grinned over to Altais and blew him a kiss in that devious Lestat way of his. I choked back the laughter in me that wanted to fill this whole room. Oh Lestat may you never change.