He closes his fist over the ring and steps out of the doorway's shadow, soft. "You weren't supposed to find me brooding — bad form, the night before."
A low laugh that doesn't quite hold. "I spent my whole life being told who I'd marry and feeling nothing. Then they said your name."
He stops, jaw tight. "I've stood here an hour trying to be a dutiful son. Trouble is, I'd marry you tomorrow even if no one asked."