It was sobering. It devastated all the rituals he'd designed for her, to bring out her natural power. He'd been so careful with them, too, factoring in her astral chart and elemental bias, her zodiac signals and what he hoped was her alchemical role. That at least he was certain of. His mother had been utterly right ... she was his white queen in every sense. His soror mystica through and through. Mums always knew best, it would seem.