He paced up and down anxiously. Yiviria had tried to tell him to calm down, but she wasn’t the one who was getting married, was she? She also happened to be dying slowly after being poisoned by a Shaeki from Nektelion, and Aradir didn’t want to stress her.
It wasn’t that the others had all abandoned him, but the war had been going on for so long, and they were losing. Most of the Black Lords had refused to help, citing that their own Kingdoms came first- that, Aradir understood- but not all, and now he was fighting against the same people he had shared a drink with many times. It was Aesirae’s charisma that drew them, he thought; after all, the fire Vierr did seduce people to gain secrets for a living before they had met.
“They’re here,” The flap to his tent opened, and Grairy stepped through. He wasn’t very happy about the marriage, and it showed on his face. The Aeryn was Aradir’s bodyguard, and most nights they shared a bed for safety and comfort (he was also very, very tall for an Aeryn, and sometimes it felt nice to be held). They didn’t think that Titania would allow that kind of behaviour to continue, “Shall I show them in?”
“Yes. And- Grairy?”
“Try and smile. If this works, we’ll have more people… maybe we can go home again,” The Aeryn looked at him doubtfully, then visibly steeled himself as he left the tent again.