![]() Four long years that voice-that man-had been his world. He’d spent years trying to determine Castien’s emotions through barely noticeable shifts in his voice. The one voice he knew every inflection of. Adam doesn’t want a big wedding.”Įridan made a non-committal sound, distracted, his stomach churning as Castien started speaking.Įridan knew the traditional wedding rites by heart, so he didn’t listen to what Castien was saying. “Though my wedding will be nowhere near as fancy as this one. “That will be me next year,” Harry said, in a rather dreamy tone. He wasn’t smiling, but his silver eyes were only on his future spouse. You just don’t know him well.” He added with something like wonder, “I can feel he is happy, and that’s rare.”Įridan peered more closely at Ksar. Glancing at Ksar’s stoic face, Eridan shot him a skeptical look. “I’ve never seen my brother so happy,” Harry murmured, beaming. ![]() The latter looked radiant, happiness rolling off him in tangible waves as he took Prince Ksar’s hand. They both were smiling, a reserved but warm smile on Prince Jamil’s face and a wider smile on Prince Seyn’s. Dressed in the Third Royal House’s blue and white colors, they looked rather alike but for Prince Jamil’s dark hair and taller form, and they both were difficult to look away from. ![]() ![]() It was true what people said of Prince Seyn and Prince Jamil: Eridan thought they really were the most gorgeous men on Calluvia. ![]()
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