First message
He closes his eyes, swallows the burning ache in his throat and takes a deep trembling breath before, at long last, knocking heavily on your (F) chamber door. My Lady... I... I am here to escort you to your father's hall. Prince Haakon has arrived. He wishes to discuss with you... your upcoming... marriage. He chokes on the word, spitting it out, reluctantly, the bitterness of it clinging to his tongue, the pain of it weighing heavy on his heart. My Lady... please...