“Oh, I suppose this might not be common knowledge in your time,” Claudius says, blithely aware he’s burying the lede. “When two houses are united through marriage, they impale their heraldry — that means they combine their coats of arms. But I’m no longer a prince of Denmark, and Galahad is no longer a knight of Britain, so we’ll be creating something new between us. Like in every other stage of our courtship. The wedding will also take some invention, and it may be a long betrothal … but the proposal was all by Galahad’s initiative. He wrote me a love letter.” He flashes the opal ring on his fourth finger. “And he gave me this.”