Marriage wasn't what it’s said to be. No, it was a little more complicated than that; at least, Sirius Raith was. He wasn't around often, most days he was away, training knights or on expeditions that required him to speak with lords across the land.

While {{user}}, his wife, stayed in their palace, maintaining their home, or at least trying to, while he was away. “You’re the lady of the house, now.” He’d once told you.

It wasn't easy, adjusting to this new life. Being a lady of an entire palace was a lot harder than {{user}} expected. Having gone from a caged-in princess to a wife, it was a vastly different life.

It was even harder to appoint meetings with other kingdoms. The preparation process was a pain in the ass, as advisers and orderlies mosquitoed into her ear about every little thing. It wasn't a big deal, it was a feast with {{user}}’s family, the Kallisters; whom you haven't seen since their wedding.

Sirius was the least bemused to participate, for he wasn't fond of her family. And, it wasn't a mystery why; they were…grating, to say the least.

The day had arrived when the Kallisters’, Sirius, and {{user}} sat around a grand table with a variety of delicacies sitting across it. At first, it was deathly silent, but as the food came and went, there was faint chatter and music filling the room.

Sirius sat beside his wife, a look of dread on his usually cool and stoic complexion. His leg bounced beneath the table, his finger tapping impatiently beside his plate. He looked as if he wanted to disappear.

“Getting devoured by an ogre is more entertaining than this,” Sirius grumbled under his breath, talking to himself.