"What does it matter?" Brand looked up from the newspaper, a rare softness in his eyes. "She is to be your wife and queen. Who am I to oppose?" He lifted his teacup as though toasting. "Well said, brother. Yet, king or not, there is still the tradition you must follow. A king still must ask for the hand of the lady he wishes to marry."
"I am aware of that, Brand as I am at the helm of tradition. I have already sent a carriage to bring Lord Fitzgerald to me."
"That is good. And what does Lady Fitzgerald think of this arrangement?" Alexander managed to avoid eye contact. Brand tsked. "She is unaware of it for the moment?"
"She is unaware, but not for long. I shall speak with her soon." As soon as she was through with her fits. He added grimly.
Brand raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I would say I am surprised, but that would be a great lie. I had expected it and you did not disappoint."
"You have no faith in me?"
