"When Arceus was little… Wester never smiled. He believed strength alone could raise a child. He never understood kindness." A faint laugh escaped her. "Life has an amusing sense of irony. It was only after losing everything… that he finally learned how to become a father."
The words slowly dissolved into silence. Armada remained respectfully quiet. She understood. People in grief often needed someone who listened more than someone who spoke.
Several minutes passed before Armada finally broke the silence once more.
"May I ask something, Lady Selene?"
"Of course."
"It concerns the wedding."
Selene's fingers slowly stopped moving.
"The wedding?"
Armada nodded.
"I've been reviewing the remaining preparations." She hesitated. "And something has continued troubling me."
Selene looked toward her.
"What is it?"
Armada lowered her voice slightly.
"I know every noble family follows different traditions. So perhaps I simply misunderstand House Silver's customs."
Selene waited.
