Caeling stood to the side of the proceedings, watching, and standing guard. So [i]this[/i] was the victim of our diplomatic negotiation. She had a regal bearing, with the look about her of a dutiful queen. She would do quite well as ruler of Thirmos, and wife of his brother.

The people would be happy as well. They simply loved such proceedings quite well, with the grand appearances, and the fanfare. They would also take comfort in the possibility that Emilia's soft, womanly ways would temper her husband's aggressiveness.

Scanning the crowd for signs of trouble, he found none, but he did find someone doing the same thing. That must be the bastard. He had heard of him. A good enough fellow, to be sure, but with no respect. Regardless, he was the sort who you would want involved in a marriage involving Rowan.

He shifted in his armour. He would have to talk to the guard soon.