[ This kid. The wedding may have been without precedent, but it wasn't strictly against one rule or another. This--this affection growing between them, the kiss Wriothesley itches to impart upon him now if he could--is another story. ]

The wedding was the first of its kind, yes, but... [ He tuts lightly, tired with himself, tired with the sheer force of feeling. ] You can see why this is different, right? This tea-loving jackass is the one who should be putting a stop to this. It's nothing to do with your sentence.

[ But still he doesn't tell Lyney to leave. The opposite--he threads his fingers with those on Lyney's free hand, squeezes lightly. ]

...I guess I never did trust anything that could be termed 'easy'.