"About your brother," He says as we walk back to the reign together. "he's still very young and I offered to send him to an academy to study, but he bluntly refused. He says he wants to go back to the the place where I found him. Talk to him. He clearly hates me, and I understand why. But he is your brother and I want to—"
"I don't think he hates you." I say, then I add, "Well, I mean, I don't think he hates you too much. Maybe a little."
"I think it's a lot." He says. Why does he seem worried about that?
"He wouldn't have encouraged me to marry you if he hated you that much."
"He did?"
I nod, "He told me to marry you because he could tell that you love me. And that I love you." I explain and I love the expression on his face. I can guess what he's wondering. He's wondering if his affection for me is that visible.
"He says he approves of you. But he did warn me to be careful of you too."
"What? Why?"