Edward whipped around to stare at him, at a loss for words. “You … would /refuse/?” After a long, long silence, he said, “I am unlikely to die within the year. You will be wed here, and I will expect your answer by the next Yuletide.”
“No, Sir. I just want to talk it over with Su- with your daughter first. I’ll go wherever makes her the happiest — it’s about time that her and I had a large family.” Isaac was quick to placate him, before nodding. “I should like to contact the Hales and some others to invite them?”
“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.”