"Bring a date to the wedding. Good gods boy! All the high lords are wondering when you'll step out of the closet." Sallas smiled like a young boy as Kallain groaned.
Where would he find a date to the wedding? There were no eligible ladies of noble birth for miles, and if there were, they'd be promised to some other lord. Sallas emphasized freedom of choice in his children's relationships, despite pushing them to get busy and have children to continue the line. Kallain appreciated that, as if he had been born to any other Lord, he would be married to some Lady he didn't even know at twelve years old.
Exiting the room, and walking into the hallway, Kallain rubbed his neck. The tattoo, which had appeared out of nowhere, was unexplained, and he knew nothing of such things. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't try and figure out.... after the wedding. Right. That was important. Who would he take, again?
Let's see.... Kal went through his mental list of eligible ladies. Well, in the castle, there was always Mother Lakas Vermilion... no. Too safe of a choice. The other lords might still think him to be gay. As a lady of the faith, there wasn't about to be any rumors about anything happening between the two of them....
Ah! Kallain snapped his fingers. He had found the answer! Alexandria, the foreigner handmaiden of his mother! She was pretty, and she would cause enough rumors to be spread about the two of them. As his mother always said, the best way to combat a rumor, is to make another, more bombastic one. Besides, his father had already assumed the two of them would hit it off, so maybe it would go smoothly.
His hopes were absolutely shattered when he turned the corner, and he saw Alexandria making out with a soldier. A Wind Dragon, to be precise. Wow. Kal... didn't know what to do in this situation, so he just abruptly turned around and hastily walked away.