Bistre (6. Her smile went through me like a spear.)
Summary: Kennan tells Mila he’s married. Concrit welcome.
Colors: Bistre (6. Her smile went through me like a spear.)
Supplies and Styles: none
Word Count: 289
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Mila isn’t home when Kennan goes to seek her out.
It's pure chance he finds her at the temple. He hasn't seen her since before the attack, and with the wedding finalized just yesterday, there's a good chance she still doesn't know.
The pure relief and the brightness of her smile when she sees him confirms it. He goes cold. He can't muster a smile back, but he hugs her tight when she throws her arms around him.
She knows something is wrong. He's still trying to form the words when she jerks away from him in horror. Kennan turns to see what she's looking at, and curses himself.
The temple acolytes have chosen now to hang the damning evidence. He had thought they wouldn't hang a marriage banner, with so many mourning flags flying. With so little time to prepare, it's just a simple shield with a gold stripe down the center, with Everard red on the left, and Elios purple on the right. Even so, it's unmistakable.
Kennan chokes out the explanation, and even to him, it sounds weak. It was a life or death situation. Taerin and I. . .we're lucky we're not dead. Mila winced as if he might slap her. Tears welled up in her eyes. A priest from one of the clans, he saw us. He said we were gods-blessed. . . Makenna and Aldric. With things the way they are, Father didn't want to offend him. None of the Wardens did. Even so. . . even they said it was the highest blessing. That we couldn't hope for a higher honor. . .
Mila waits for more, but it's all he's got. He’s the one who has to turn away and leave her on the temple steps.

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