&&. FANNI // @fannicroy
They had lived too idealistically for too long, he knew, but there had been nothing to stop them from avoiding any mention of their wedding beyond ‘it will happen’ and ‘soon’, the undefined date Joshua felt they both would prefer not to define. Yet. Plans were concrete, immovable, especially given that their marriage would unite two nations, and they were a future king and a beloved princess. His mother wanted to know when soon was. Soon had to be soon, now, because time had slipped through his fingers like the sand in an hourglass and now it was gone.
Josh tried to frame the words as brightly, positively, non threateningly as he could, with a smile, during a lull in their conversation, but it faltered when he looked at Fanni. “When are we going to decide on our wedding date?” Always easier to ask than explain, didn’t they say?