Brand sighed, exasperated. Years ago, he had made the oath to himself never to marry, to ensure that there should arise none to rival Alexander's heir. He had set himself apart from such manners, keeping himself far from women as well. But it was more than that.
This was not just a marriage.
It was a surrender. He was giving up his freedom, all for the sake of his sanity and for Madelyn's safety.
For four years, he had lived under the words of a tyrant, not being able to rescue himself without the help of another. To honour Stephen's memory, he had become a philanthropist, giving and aiding as greatly and as often as he could, giving all he possessed.
Madelyn was another to be aided and he would aid her. Only, this time, he was to gain as well.
"Very well," Alexander said, returning to his seat. Lady Gwen sat in hers as well. "We shall return to the topic of your impending wedding without you committing treason."
