"No!" Orion exclaimed before drawing back, realizing how loud his voice had been. He cleared his throat, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
"No," he repeated, this time in a much calmer voice. "That's not it. I… owe you a wedding. A proper one, with how hastily I departed from our first." Then, in a softer tone, he grumbled under his breath, "Albeit not by my desires."
"You sure seemed very happy with the arrangement, to leave at once," Soleia returned with a stiff glare. "You might not remember our wedding day but I do, Your Grace. I remember how happy you were to leave me there alone― thrilled, even. Pardon me if I don't wish to reenact that day once more, especially since there will be plenty of royalty coming to Vramid from neighboring kingdoms."