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Wyldon of Cavall
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Wyldon sighed. The Scanran War was winding down and for that, he was grateful. His youngest daughter, Margarry, was engaged to he married to his former squire, young Owen of Jesslaw. Wyldon knew that Owen would be good to Margarry, and she seemed to like the lad, so he agreed.

The wedding pulled greater sums from Wyldon's pocket than he would have liked, but Margarry was his youngest (and favorite, if it was right to have a favorite) daughter. Wyldon put aside the cost to make her happy.

Wyldon tried to enjoy himself at the wedding feast. He watched Owen and Margarry dance together. Their white clothes gave them the air of clouds. Their eyes seemed to burn with their hidden desires for their wedding night to begin. Wyldon's knowledge of this gnawed at him. Young Owen would be…canoodling…

With his daughter?

Trying to take his mind from this train of thought, Wyldon excused himself to his wife, Lady Vivenne. Instead of going to the privy, as he'd implied he was, Wyldon wandered down a hall of the castle.

After awhile, he heard a scrambling sound in a small library. Thinking someone was in danger, Wyldon pushed open the door.

Instead of finding a servant beneath a stack of fallen books, or a group of scuffling pages, Wyldon looked into the eyes of a very red-faced lady knight.

Keladry was in the arms of a man who wore the uniform of a sergeant in the King's Own, or half of it anyway. Keladry herself was fumbling with the ties of her dress tunic, trying to make herself presentable. The soldier grinned sheepishly at Wyldon.

"Excuse me," the weathered knight mumbled, turning quickly from the room.

When the door was closed, he leaned against it, letting out a long sigh of surprise. He could hear voices through the door. The sergeant laughed.

"Stop it Dom!" Keladry scolded. "It's not funny."

Wyldon went back to his daughter's wedding feast. His hopes of putting canoodling couples from his mind were gone. Lady Vivenne smiled when she saw him. She winked, leaning over to whisper in his ear. Wyldon looked at her in surprise. Apparently his thoughts weren't alone in the gutters.

Onlookers would have seen him smile and take her hand, helping her to rise from her seat. They joined the dancing, but once they'd circled the hall, Wyldon led his wife from the room.

Love was in the air.