I stood outside the doors of the grand hall. I could hear the people on the other side chattering away as they waited for my entrance.

“You look well, Your Majesty,” I said, smiling at the man who was laying in bed the last few days. “You didn’t have to walk me down the aisle. I hate to think of you straining yourself because of me.”

He waved me off, adjusting one of the medals in his royal naval suit. The sword at his side jingled in the process.

“You are ...