Why Krysanthe thought after all these years that she was able to hide her true emotions from him, Auryn wasn't sure. It was obvious to him that she was terribly sad, as she'd put it--stating it was like saying the sky was blue. It made one want to roll their eyes and say duh, but Auryn had learned from an early age that that was insensitive, and people usually did not respond well to blatant shows of sarcasm. Instead of saying anything, then, Auryn waited for Krys to continue, and when she didn't say any more, gave a soft all-enduring sigh and lowered himself onto the futon beside her.
"I'll be more specific. What is it about all this that is making you very sad?"
It wasn't just that she was having to get married, Auryn was sure. Krysanthe had, from the time they were children, used both Auryn and her older brother as pillars to measure herself by, and as such, always forced herself to handle anything and everything that they could have. Auryn had been annoyed and disappointed by the marriage decree, but it had not greatly dismayed him. Krys, too, knew that they were all going through the same process, all being forced into a union that they had not chosen. It wasn't that.
Knowing nothing about Krys's match other than his name, Auryn couldn't say what kind of person the man was. It had to be something he had done, or his general manner itself that had made Krys very sad, then--at least, that was the only logical conclusion Auryn could come to. Krys didn't usually try to hide in Auryn's bed when she was menstruating.
"What did he do," Auryn said, voice flat and hard.