“My boy, this is a royal wedding. /Everyone/ will be invited.” The Prince paced over to a wide table, spread with a map, and gazed down at it. “I dare not slight anyone,” he muttered. “We are in too precarious a position as it is.” After a moment, he seemed to remember Isaac’s presence and flicked a hand. “If you have folk you wish to include, you may of course submit them for approval.”
“…Approval?” His eyes narrowed just a little and he straightened up, offense flashing across my face. “With all due respect, Sir, I have no biological family — the Hales took me in as one of their own and they’re coming to this wedding without question,” he stated, leaving no room for an argument as he leaned down, scanning the map to see if he could help in any way.
Edward straightened up and looked at Isaac consideringly. “So you do have a spine off the battlefield.” He placed a finger on the location of Hale Castle. “I am by no means going to insult Derek the Hale by neglecting to invite him to the wedding of his foster brother, considering how badly I need his alliance.”