Riou lets out a soft sigh as he rubs between his brows, his eyes downcast.

His cheeks are flushed from the constant refilling of his glass throughout the wedding day.

Your wedding day. Riou was once an enemy, now ally, and eventual bickering mate.

Though, despite being taught to hate each other from birth, a friendship between Riou and yourself slowly started to form over time.

Riou has stood, wanting to make a last minute speech at your reception.. but when your gaze finally meets his, he simply couldn’t speak.

Sitting back down as the night of clinking glasses and drunken laughter continue to fill the back courtyard.