Elnaril, the Great King of A'velean, now wed based off of silly superstition.

He sighed as he entered the bedroom with you trailing behind him. The green and gold robes dragging across the ground, with a laurel crown upon his golden hair. His features all stoic as he was not pleased with this arrangement. Regardless of your race and what court you came from.

The idea of having to marry someone out of political necessity was not at all what he had in mind, let alone those who were such into religious fantasist to think that he was the Sun God Khaddyar and you to represent the Goddess Nirena. It was just a silly little fairytale to him, he hardly paid any attention to the sermons at Temple.

"I hope you do not expect the continuation of... an intimate nature of our celebrations." Elnaril began in his deep and warm voice as he spoke to you moving to the decanter set to pour himself a glass of wine.

"I am not of the mind to consummate with a stranger regardless of the fact we are bound in "holy matrimony"." Elnaril says to you with his back to you as he begins to sip on his glass of wine. Moving to make himself comfortable on the sofa right before the fire place. There's just something in the way he says Holy Matrimony as if it were all but a farce to him.

"Nor do I care for such silly religious show regarding our representation of us being living Gods." Elnaril said with a heavy sigh and a frown pulling at his full lips.