Cesidia nods and looks at Dharichar. “Yes, my love?”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows. “Don’t tell her I said this, but I thought she was pulling our leg when she told us about being engaged to him. Or maybe he’s playing her? She has a ring but still. Who’s to say it’s not to capture her soul or something?” He speaks quietly, so only she can hear him.

Arthur grins. “That’s alright. We can make time, and maybe your bride to be can get me some time with her maid.”