Humming ot himself, Edmund paced back and forth outside of Diana's fitting room, wishing to enter but unable to bring himself to. Although he understood the custom of not seeing the bride in her dress until they stood on the altar, he couldn't help but desperately want to. Taking a deep breath, Edmund steeled himself and reached for the door handle, stopping when he heard a throat clear down the hall.
Jumping up and turning, he saw his father and gave a shy smile before stepping back, "Father." Lord Wells sighed and walked over, his cane echoing with each step. Edmund could see he was struggling with the pain in his leg; it was worse today than it had been on other days.
"Edmund, why is it you can't be patient?" Placing a hand on his shoulder, Lord Wells used his son to steady himself before indicating to move on. Peeking at the door a final time, Edmund sighed and turned, walking slowly so his father could keep pace.
