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[eiattu_pride]

Rial is about to get married.

This is pretty much the only thought in his head as he stands next to his father outside the doors, attempting to breathe.

Rial is about to get married.

"...help."

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[sw_npc]

Grand Duke Gror Pernon, dressed in distinguished Eiattu finery, glances over at his son. "What?"

[sw_npc]

Bugger.

The elder Pernon sighs and pats his son on the shoulder. "You are," and it sounds like it pains him a little to say it, but he presses on, "lucky, son. At least you are on friendly terms with Isplourrdacartha."

[eiattu_pride]

He smiles, quietly.

"Yes. She's a very fine woman, Father. I assure you."

[sw_npc]

"She packs," he says wryly, "a very fine right hook. That I do know."

[eiattu_pride]

Rial snickers.

"So I heard."

[sw_npc]

He glances up at the chrono. "Do you still want to hide? Because you're running out of time to do it."

[eiattu_pride]

"No, I'll stay."

But he'll fidget while he's at it.

[sw_npc]

The door pops open, and a harried usher peers out. "Count Pernon?"

Gror shoves his son toward the door, not very gently. He'd decided to marry Isplourrdacartha, after all, when Gror and Synna had made it perfectly clear (after a week of seeing what the princess was like) that he wouldn't be expected to fulfill the arranged betrothal if he didn't wish to.

So--

Time to face the music, Rial.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial walks (stumbles) forward, then hastily straightens his back and assumes a dignified air.

Here goes nothing.