I have a little more from The Merchant's Love for you today. I've skipped ahead a little. In this scene, Maxen is with his brother, Tristan, and, as they're walking together, sees Faelen at a gathering of courtiers. (Etan is Tristan's husband and Faelen's cousin.) (I went over the sentence limit again—I'm sorry! I thought it was necessary here.)
His perusal was interrupted when he caught sight of a familiar figure winding through the group, and he nearly tripped over his own feet. Faelen stopped to exchange a few words here or there, or responded to greetings with regal nods and a practiced smile as he walked. He finally joined a cluster of a few people, his twin one of them. Alexander was talking animatedly with a similarly talkative young woman, the others listening more than speaking. But Maxen couldn’t help staring at Faelen. Even when one of the other men in the group—tall, blond, handsome in a bland way, undeniably of the nobility—leaned down to whisper something to Faelen, who smiled. Faelen fit easily into this picture, a part of it. He even fit with the young courtier flirting with him in whispers, and as much as Maxen hated to think it, perhaps better than with Maxen, sharing a picnic on a park bench.
“Are you all right? What’s—oh.”
Maxen had almost forgotten about Tristan, but he turned to his brother and realized he’d stopped walking at some point. “What?”
Tristan raised his eyebrows in an inquiring look. “I think that’s my question. What’s going on with you and Faelen? Etan says you’ve been meeting for lunch quite a bit.”