Lucilia blushes faintly and smiles. “Your too kind. My Cesidia’s beauty is all hers.”

Darien nods. “A promise that you won’t hurt her, that you’ll cherish her, and that any child she bears by you,... that it will be loved.”

Cesidia’s eyes widen and she blushes and laughs nervously. “That sounds awfully similar to a wedding vow, father.”