"You seem rather anxious today.." Zhelimir sat down on a log next to his cousin and studied her. "I thought you would be excited about your big day, it is right around the corner isn't it?"
Eira sighed, "yes it is.."
"Then why do you look dispirited, aren't you excited to see your masquerade ball come to light?" Zhelimir poked his cousin playfully with the hilt of his sword. "And not to mention all the extravagant presents you will receive from nobles from everywhere. If I were you, I would move it up for that very reason."
Eira turned to her cousin and gave him small forced smile, " I am excited Zhel, it's just..." she stopped herself and wondered if telling Zhelimir what was eating her up was the right thing to do. He tended to be very overprotective sometimes, like an annoying and nosy older brother.
