The silence didn't break until there was a knock at the door and a barmaid came in with the food and drinks requested by the travelers.
It seemed she could sense the tension in the environment because she said a quick "You're welcome, Your Grace. Do let me know if there's anything else." Except she left without waiting to find out.
Irene took a mug off of the table and drank down a quarter of it before she was able to speak. There was no more reason to pretend to be proper in a situation like this.
"Our wedding," she echoed finally.
Felix could only sit down in a chair and begin to laugh.
"The two of you shouldn't have made it so obvious," he said.
Irene's green eyes pierced him with a glare.
"It wasn't as if we invited anyone to our wedding," she responded bluntly.
