"Would you really say no?" Hadyn asked, dropping the towel down onto his bag before he looked at his brother. Hadyn didn't hold anything against Jordan- not their childhood, not their roles, and certainly not the fact that if anyone was going to get roped into marriage it was his brother. But Hadyn imagined that Clive's failed relationship with Ivona had given his grandmother the grand idea. And Ivona was a good fit for Jordan, for that matter.

"Well, I suppose I could just invite a guest too- we'd make it a right scene, and you could slip out the back without anyone to notice." And Hadyn would likely find anywhere that was outside the Castle to stay for a few days. He might not have been the favored child, but he did freely subject himself to more criticism and punishment than needed for the sake of Jordan at times. "I could go with a dick, or....a slag. Both would cause just all fits, no one would even have a choice to notice because Grandmother would likely be dying of rage."

He'd probably have to take a man- if only because most of the women he knew were not slags, and some were not built for the drama of Spade Royalty (As the Family liked to believe they were.) "Unless, of course....you want to get married. Then I can just...behave."