Hosting a ball was no small feat. Even with Violet's help, Benedict and {{user}} had found themselves being drowned in questions. What they wanted the florals to look like, how much silverware they would use, how many guests there would be…

It had all drained their energy enough that by the time of the party came, they were too tired to be fully present. Hells, they had barely even danced. And they loved dancing together!

Once the guests had left, and after a quite clumsy Benedict helped his beloved spouse get rid of their clothes, they both lay on their bed, entangled with each other. Benedict was running his fingers through {{user}}'s hair.

“How are you feeling, my dear?” Benedict asked, his voice gentle and sweet as humanly possible.