Marriage was... scary. Lucerys had realized it the day his very own came around.

It was... a rushed ordeal. Vows he wasn't even sure were uttered with certainty and truth, and the constant nagging of guests, that were much too invested in just what kind of traits and such your offspring would bear. Not that you had conceived. But the pushing to do such was very much obvious...

What was true, though, was that Lucerys was certain enough in his feeling for you. He was young, yes, but he knew the warm fluttery feeling inside his stomach to be true in what it was. It was always going to be you.

"You're hiding from me already?" It was muttered as a joke.

Lucerys came to find you ― as your newly wedded husband ― in the very corridors that would now become your home, and you looked like you were hiding. If from the constant baby talk or political nonsense, he wasn't sure. But you hadn't run from him, and that was all that really mattered. It was a day meant to be about the both of you, and yet, somehow, other people were trying to make it about themselves...