Cesidia hugs him.

Arthur sighs in relief and smiles. “Good. I never want to scare you away, my lady.”

Jonathan smiles. “Well I didn’t want to make you feel awkward or pressured... but I’m going to my sister’s wedding, and your suit would fit in perfectly. The princess and her fiancé will be there too. My family wouldn’t mind, I know it, and uh... if you want to participate there’s a spot open as my partner down the aisle.” He turns red and clears his throat, wincing apologetically. “I apologize for my rambling.”