"There's a wedding?" Kallias asked. Arim found himself liking this prince. He had managed to hold on to a youthful enthusiasm and an element of his naivety. Everything thus far had seemed to be a wonder to him. Not the makings of a king, but perhaps a useful man for a king to have by his side so he doesn't get too jaded with the affairs of the state.
"There might be. People are getting married all the time," Cyrus answered.
Arim gave a half laugh, "I'm sure if there is a wedding, it will be a grand affair." He said to the younger prince.
Aada raised an eyebrow at her brother. He was getting at something, she knew that much. He raised both of his in reply, hiding a smirk behind his goblet. His gaze moved pointedly to Moloch before looking back to Aada. She frowned, struggling to keep up with his mind. What did Moloch have to...Oh. Marriage to Moloch? Aada felt her cheeks burn at the implications that came with it. It took all her self control not to collapse her head into her hands. Dropping her brother's gaze, she looked past him for a moment, gathering her composure before returning her attention to the men around her. Moloch seemed to be mirroring her brother's behavior, as he too hid his face behind his goblet.
Moloch returned his attention to her. "Yet you would brighten it all the same," he said to her.
"You are kind to say so."
A new song began to play. This felt earthier, more at tune with the world than the music that came before. Moloch offered his hand to her, "Do you like to dance?"
"I do, Your Majesty," she said, placing her hand in his as he led her to the dance floor.