113 Declaration of war part 3

"Come on, Missy, it's time to go find Mom." Lugh lifted his nine-year-old sister down from the countertop, steadying her small frame with a firm grip. She grinned at him, but her eyes lingered on his suit—the crisp white and gold embroidery catching the candlelight.

The same suit his father had worn on his wedding day.

Lugh inhaled deeply, trying to calm the restless energy buzzing beneath his skin. Excitement and nerves coiled tightly inside him. Today was the day.

He had waited years for this moment—long nights spent at sea with his father, postponing all thoughts of marriage until duty allowed. But now, his course was set. By sundown, he would embark on a journey across the Atlantic to meet his destined mate, Nerida, princess of the Northern Sirens.

The name tasted foreign on his tongue. He had never seen her, never heard the sound of her voice. But fate had decided for them.