Maekar kept his head lowered, his hands twitching as he rested them on his lap, Maekar could feel the concerned stares on him from his brothers and sons. Nobody ever knew what the hells was wrong with him, most times during events he was his usual self, but other times he was a sulking mess.

But Maekar knew what it was, it was her, a beautiful and kind noblelady, one that made his chest warm, a feeling he hadn't had since his late-wife Dyanna, and that had been a long time ago. And the cause of his sulking? She was married.... and that made Maekar all the more sour.

Maekar tuned out the festivities and people around him, remaining silent, only for his body to jolt as he felt a hand on his shoulder, his head lifting to see whom it was. And then his heart damned near stopped at the sight of her in all her beauty staring at him in worry.