"The wedding will be held on Macragge..." Isha murmured from her lounge chair as she gazed across the endless sea. After finishing a world setting, Lin Fan had entered a brief period of rest and taken Delia and the others to tame a Leviathan in Fenris's icy ocean—one that even the Tyranids had once needed to think twice about challenging.
As she watched the Leviathan's mountain-like spine cut through the surface, Isha considered how Guilliman's wedding should be arranged. She would send all these inspirations into Fulgrim's mind through dreams.
I wonder how darling will react when he sees what the Primarchs and The Emperor are like now.
Isha covered her mouth and chuckled, suddenly looking forward to the future.
Macragge had never been so lively. It was as though the attention of the entire Imperium had converged here. Starport personnel were overwhelmed by the sheer volume of visiting vessel information they had to process. If not for the assistance of the Ultramarines and the Big Canteen Navy, they would have died of exhaustion at their posts long ago.
Calgar did not know what state of mind he had been in when carrying out the task his father, Guilliman, had assigned him. It should have been a rare honor, yet carrying it out was filled with bitterness.
"Our father is getting married." Calgar set down the documents in his hand and rubbed his aching eyes. Cato Sicarius lazily responded from the other side.
"Yeah... Father is getting married... to a damned pointy-eared xenos."
Calgar glanced at Cato Sicarius but offered no rebuttal to his indignant words, because he shared the same view in his heart.
How could Father get married? And even if he did, how could he marry a pointy-eared xenos...
It was not as if they had