Romeo shook his head, equally simply, as he thought. He knew Arthur would not, could not, understand this next bit, though it wasn't as if it could be too terribly shocking, considering -- well, considering this was Romeo.

"Kinship. I'd been secretly married to Tybalt's cousin for all of a morning. The priest was to talk to our parents, but he had not yet, so I could not tell him." He glanced up.

"If I had, he would have found yet more joy in killing me, for the dishonor to his house." And there was that bitterness again.