Sep 7, 2016
Kazimierz smiled at the man, one he had met years ago when he had visited Scotland, the moment he’d first been able to lay eyes on the girl he would eventually call his wife. She was but a child then, both of her brothers fairly older than her, and the young Duke had found he far more enjoyed the company of the men than he did entertaining the thought of marrying this girl - a child. Now they sat, half a decade later, whiskey freshly poured in their goblets, and knots in their stomachs - at least, there certainly were in Kaziu’s, as he finally sat prepared to meet his betrothed. “I thank you for arranging this introduction, Your Highness, I know the King has been engrossed as of late, and I am wholly grateful.”
James, Mairie
