Thursday September, 26.

“ Valkyrie swears he never wants to see another mossy dean again as long as he lives.”

Raven grunted at his mother’s comment as he and his younger brother Bartholomew set down the mossy fetor cedar chest on the basement floor.

He knew all about his soon to be brother-in-law new aversion;

David had explained everything. That was why he was storing the thing. David was willing to move it out of the mansion to keep his fiancée happy, but for sentimental reasons he couldn’t bring himself to permanently part with it. The man swore he came up with his best ideas sitting inside the silent darkness of the den going threw the family’s mossy reek cedar chest. He was a bit eccentric. He was the only person Raven could think of who would bring a mossy fetor cedar chest to his own wedding rehearsal. The minister had been horrified when he’d caught the three brothers transferring it from David pickup to Bartholomew’s van.

“ Thank you for driving it over here, Bartholomew,” Raven said as he straightened. Bartholomew shrugged. “ You could hardly fit it in your BMW. Besides,” he added as they started back up the stairs, “I would rather transport it then store it. My house Keeper would have fits.”

Raven merely smiled. He no longer had a housekeeper to worry about, and the cleaning company he’d hired to drop in once a week only worked on the main floor. Their seeing the Mossy cedar chest wasn’t a concern. “Is everything in place for the wedding?” he asked as he followed his mother and Bartholomew into the Kitchen. He turned out the basement lights and closed the door behind him, but didn’t bother turning any other lights on. The weak illumination from the scented nightlight plugged into the wall next to the stove was enough to navigate to the front door. “Yes. Finally.” Dizzy Remington sounded relieved. “And despite Mrs. Evans’s worries that the wedding was too rushed and that Valkyrie’s family wouldn’t have time to arrange to be there, they’re all coming.” “How Large is the family?” Raven was Sincerely hoping there weren’t as many Evans as there had been Quests at Bartholomew’s wedding. The wedding of his brother to Lyric Quests had been a nightmare. The man had a huge family, the majority of which seemed to be male, single males who eyed Raven, David and Bartholomew as if they were the main course of a one- course meal, witch was amusing due to Bartholomew was the star of the show the groom .Raven disliked aggressive men. He’d been born and raised in a time when women were the aggressor and men smiled and simpered and knew their place. He hadn’t quite adjusted with the times and wasn’t looking forward to another debacle like Bartholomew’s wedding where he’d spent most of his time avoiding the male guests.

Fortunately, Dizzy soothed some of his fears by announcing, “Rather small compared to Quest’s family and mostly female, from the guest list I saw.” “Thank God,” Bartholomew murmured, exchanging a look with his brother. Raven nodded in agreement. “Is David nervous?” :Surprisingly enough, no.” Bartholomew smiled crookedly. “He’s having a great time helping to arrange all this. He swears he can’t wait for the wedding day. Valkyrie Seems to make him happy.” His expression changed to one of perplexity. Raven shared his brother’s confusion. He couldn’t imagine giving up his freedom to a wife let alone a husband, either.