There was an odd tradition in Alamina.
The parents of the newlyweds chose where the new couple would spend their honeymoon.
Why?
Because nobles with unlimited money and unlimited spite had once looked at marriage and decided the vows were not enough. No, the families also had to make one final statement. A blessing, a threat, a joke, a test of taste, or, in certain cases, a very expensive insult disguised as travel arrangements.
Dean had learned this three days after the wedding, when Minerva and Lucas had sat across from each other with the calm expressions of two people who loved him and were absolutely capable of ruining him for sport.
Trevor had looked innocent.
Otto had not even tried.
That should have warned him.
Now Dean stood at the top of the aircraft stairs, watching a side of Alamina he had never seen before.
Which, to be fair, was most of Alamina.
