It was a shock.

He wasn’t particularly broken-hearted about it. No one told him, and the only way he learned was from a slip of Edward’s tongue. And the bard had faltered and looked away, and Cecil said only as much as he had to.

He had never asked, or even wondered, and it made sense that no one else wanted to talk about it. He wondered now, sometimes... but it wasn’t like they were ever close.

As a matter of fact, the last thing she had said to him was "I hate you."

And now that would never change.