Lucan Huxley

"So what was he doing at our doorstep when you told me that he had already found his bride?" Mama asked after she had quietly led me to her room. 

Ah, well. I knew this situation was coming next after the whole fiasco earlier. How could it not? 

"I said earlier," I sighed, shrugging. "We got attacked by assassins last night, so it's a given that the event had been called off. He never got to choose the girl."

Mama frowned, bewildered. "You weren't kidding?"

I shook my head. "Not at all."

"Huh..." Mama muttered and flopped down on her armchair. "That's crazy."