Misery was subjective. He didn't think he'd be miserable on his wedding day whether or not Greengrass was there. He wasn't thrilled to be marrying Tatiana because she'd be his wife, but because marrying her meant he'd finally succeeded in the one way that seemed to matter to his mother. Of course, in the context of his relationship with Greengrass, it was slightly different. Of course being in the same room would invoke the feeling of longing he experienced at the Fae Ball and at the club and even here, but Greengrass not being in the same room wasn't likely to make him magically forget his feelings.

"Your physical presence won't make me miserable, if that's what you're asking," inching forward unconsciously but making no move to touch him, "Unless you choose to flirt with my guests. That would probably make me miserable." It was a deflection and he knew it, one he'd only employed to hide the truth: he would be miserable, not because of Greengrass' presence or lack thereof, but because either way Greengrass would be out of reach in all the ways that truly mattered.

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