“Good afternoon, Anon,” Kaeya says with a kind smile. “I apologize for the intrusion and the sudden engagement forced upon us, and the lack of a wedding.” Kaeya pauses and looks at Anon. “I appreciate your patience as I try to figure everything out. We have a lovely garden if you’d like to see it.”

Kaeya watched from the window all morning. He knows he made this arrangement happen. He couldn’t allow an uprising, so he agreed to marry the eldest child to avoid imprisoning or executing the rebels. He wanted a formal wedding, but his father’s recent passing prevented it. He stepped outside to greet Anon and apologize for his absence.

“I have a meeting, but perhaps we can have dinner this evening.” He pauses, studying them. “Please don’t be offended if I can’t.” He wonders if he can touch them, as they haven’t indicated their feelings about the arrangement.

“I know this isn’t ideal, but…” He trails off. “Ah well - enjoy your afternoon. I’ll see you this evening.”