Arranged Melancholia

The Day had finally come, and Darren couldn't feel more confused. He was to marry Hugh Jones, and that was terrible, yet, this new arrangement would bring him closer to his beloved Daniel. Hugh's parents, slightly ashamed of his infertility and impending marriage to a peasant hadn't yet arranged for Hugh and his bride to be to move into a new house. This meant Darren and Hugh would be living in thier home until then. As much as they couldn't bear the thought of turning a peasant into a baron, it was even worse to think of their firstborn son living in such unacceptable condition as the Hayes' small home. June finished helping Darren into his white tunic and shortpants which she had made for the occasion out of fine silk, which had cost Robert a months pay. She still ntednted the fact that the Jones' had money to burn, yet wouldn't outfit her son for his wedding to their son. As she put the finishing touches on the delicate embroidery, she noticed the lack of excitement in her son's face.
"What's turned your milk sour, dear?" she asked, concern edging into her voice.
"It's just nerves, mum. I'll be alright," he lied, not wanting to disappoint her with the truth.
"Very, well, we'd better go, or we'll be late," she said, hurrying him into the hall. Her eyes glinted with tears.
"Aw, mum, don't cry, I'll be fine. I'll visit all the time," he reassured her, as they made their way outside and to the church. The ceremony dragged by, and Darren cought a few glimpses of Daniel. Despite the Hayes' lack of funds, Darren looked beautiful, and many told him so. Hugh's suit of course was much finer, yet Darren couldn't help thinking that if he were of noble blood, Hugh's suit would be even nicer. After the ceremony, Darren felt as though he had a huge lump in the pit of his stomach. He felt chained in an unspeakable way, and couldn't wait for the reception, to be held a Daniel's house, because he could sit next to Daniel, and sneak off more easily, claiming to be tired. And sneak off, he did. Once he got the signal from Daniel, he excused himself and retained a normal walk until he was sure he was out of sight. Then, he raced to the orchard, where he Found Daniel waiting, tears on his cheeks.
"H-hey," he stammered, feeling his own eyes water. Daniel said nothing, but emveloped DArren in a warm embrace. They cried into each other for a while, and Darren interrupted the moment with a reassuring thought. "We'll be living in the same house, now, and I can sneak to your room in the dead of the night. If Hugh inquires, or wakes, I can tell him I took a walk. Besides, I doubt that git will care where I am." This seemed to cheer Daniel, but then his face fell.
"He'll only care if he thinks I do," Daniel said sniffling. "Ever since his accident, and mother's attachment to me, he's done nothing but try to hurt me in any way he can. So even if he hates you, he'll pretend to love you if he knows that I do."
"Don't worry about that, we just won't let him find out is all. We've been friends secretly for years, and lovers for a fortnight. We can manage," DArren said, trying again to reassure him.
"I loved you long before a fortnight ago," Daniel said, looking into Darren's crystal blue eyes.
"For the record, I loved you the second I met you." Their lips found each other and they held each other until night fell. Then they returned one at a time to the massive stone house with the excuse that Darren had gone to say farewell to his parents. No one seemed to notice Daniel's absense.