This is the right thing.

It had to be. His mother's happy, Marke too, and it will unite the tribes further against the Irish...

Hell, you're more beautiful than he could've ever imagined.

But this was never about love nor feelings. You were promised to one another since childhood for diplomacy. For heirs.

So, why is it that he worries so when you're absent from supper one evening? His mother says you don't feel well, but...

He leaves early. Unnoticed as the rest of the men indulge, drinking and feasting as he heads for your shared room, leaning against the doorframe watching you for a moment.

"Mother says you feel unwell."

He says, not really knowing what to say.