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Upon arriving back in Whitestone, Fredrick calls his third child to his side and says gravely, "My son, while I was gone I made arrangements for you to be married."
Percival, who was raised in nobility and has always quietly feared this exact thing his entire life, sets his jaw and nods obediently. "Yes, Father," he says, and then holes himself up in his workshop to drink.
Upon arriving back in Syngorn, Sildor calls the girl child to his side and says gravely, "My daughter, while I was gone I made arrangements for you to be married."
Vex'ahlia throws a chair through a window.
Or, the one where the Briarwoods never took over Whitestone, Thordak never destroyed Byroden, and two asshole nobles make a snap decision over whiskey. Percival struggles with his chronic emotional constipation and works on his tan, Vex'ahlia commits arson and sighs a lot, the de Rolo siblings win the award for Tal'Dorei's Least Helpful Peanut Gallery, and, eventually, there's a wedding. If they can all survive each other long enough to get to it.