The news of Kyle's impending wedding to the Grand Duchess spread through the empire like wildfire. Whispers curled through noble halls and common taverns alike.
Some claimed it was a political marriage to solidify Kyle's influence in the capital. Others speculated that it was a rushed decision due to an unannounced illness or an impending battle.
A few romantics believed it was simply love, fierce and uncontainable. But no one could decide on a reason, and the silence from Kyle and the Grand Duchess only deepened the mystery.
Melissa, meanwhile, was in a terrible mood. She stormed through the halls of the palace, ignoring the curious glances and sidelong whispers of passing courtiers.
Bruce, ever the calm shadow to her storm, followed behind her with his hands in his pockets.
"You know, you should have taken your chance when you had it."
Bruce said casually.
"Be quiet."
Melissa snapped without turning.
"You used to follow him around like a lost pup. Now look at you."
