People like me break beautiful things

Did she still wanted to confront her sister about bringing that Rizal to her wedding? Yes. Was the thankful, however, that her sister had taken the time to bathe her and get her out of her wine stained wedding dress? Also yes. She couldn't quite remember how that had happened, only that both her skin and the beautifully beaded dress had been stained red, making quite a fool out of the newlywed bride. Just her luck. She couldn't quite remember how many glasses she had downed, the gap between meeting with her siblings and ending up within that tub remaining a mystery.

Though her bath managed to sober her up a little, her vision and body still suffered from the endlessly refilled glasses of wine. Unable to fall asleep due to the spinning of the room, she simply remained on the familiar bed where Aniu had left her, her hands resting upon her stomach as she stared at the ceiling she had been supposed to gaze upon for the first time today. Most of her belongings had already been moved into Ezekiel's chambers during the feast and ceremony, the realization slowly dawning on her for as far as her intoxicated mind was still able to process everything.

Her elder sister, being the caring and motherly figure she was, had instructed her to simply sleep it out as she waited for her husband to return. And while the hour had grown late already, he still was nowhere to be found within his chambers. So she made sure to get up, cover the pastel colored nightgown her sister had gifted her with some of her husband's robes and stumbled towards the exit of the room, her damp hair draping across the robes that were clearly not hers. She wasn't going to spend her first night here on her own, now that she was finally allowed to stay. Usually around this time, she had been sneaking through the hallways to her own room. This time she was on a quest to retrieve her husband.

Stumbling across the halways, she tightly clutched to the robes as not to reveal anything underneath them. With her free hand she traced the walls, keeping her balance as a familiar voice made sure her search for the silver haired sorcerer wouldn't last long. Turning a corner, she found him with his back against the wall, certainly a lot further gone than she was. Or so she liked to believe. "Where have you been?" She tried to scold him, but the sight of him struggling against the wall turned het strict tone into nothing but giggles. "I've been waiting for you, you know?" Her speech slurred as she neared him, eagerly taking hold of his extended hand as she leaned in against him rather than using the wall for support.

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The sorceress raised an eyebrow at his response, her gaze following the direction in which he'd pointed at. Ah, alright. He just came from the other side of the hallway. Only took him about a few hours or so to get here. "You don't know?" She repeated, her head tilted to the side, genuinely confused about his answer. "Well, you should've been in there, with me." Copying his former gesture, she pointed her finger towards the direction of his chambers, not even sure how long she had been trying to sleep off the effects of the wine.

She couldn't help but smile at the sound of his laugh. It wasn't something she got to hear very often. Not more than just a chuckle, at least. She had spent this whole night by his side, and yet the feeling of his hand around her waist didn't fail to make her heart flutter. They could do this now, without having to worry about one of the castle's staff members turning a corner. "Yes I do," she protested, pointing an all-knowing finger against his chest as she did. "I'm not spending my wedding night all by myself." Well, technically, Aniu had been there for a part of it. But she didn't want to spend all of it with her sister. No, she wanted to spend it with him, especially now that she wouldn't have to worry about sneaking out anymore.

Oh, at last he had noticed the change of clothes. Had he even taken note of her stunning dress before? This robe was but a rag compared to it.  "So am I," she teased back. "Which means I now have free access to your wardrobe, mister." She couldn't hold back a laugh of her own. "Being married doesn't sound so bad after all." A new, luxurious room, a new wardrobe, spending the night beside the man who still gave her a strange feeling she didn't quite understand, but couldn't quite get enough of. All of it was pretty alright so far.

She snorted at his stupid remark. Raining, in their little fishbowl of a city. "Nooo," she replied, shaking her head. "Aniu just forcefully bathed me." The sorceress clarified, though she couldn't quite hold back some giggles. Poor Aniu almost looked like she had taken a bath as well, with her putting up a fight and wanting to return to the party so badly. "But I forgive her! We had fun." With a grin on her face she released her hand from his grip, before playfully throwing them around his neck. "I don't forgive her for bringing that.. stinky old man to our wedding, though. I don't understand what she sees in him!" Her gaze shifted from his one eye to the other, before leaning in a little closer. She could've smelled the alcohol in his breath if it hadn't been for her own, questionable state. "At least my husband is young and handsome," she giggled, not even giving the poort man a break as she talked his ear off.

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Her heart jumped as he took hold of her wrist, saying his pretty words before gazing upon her body like a predator lying in wait. "Hmm, it's not too late to make it up to me yet," she purred in an attempt to sound seductive, but her words soon shifted into giggles once more. She couldn't help it. He just looked so.. endearing, wearing what was left of his wedding attire as the remaining buttons of his shirt just yearned to be unbuttoned. They'd behaved themselves for long enough, at this hour they simply couldn't blame their wandering hands and lustful gazes anymore.

Why couldn't all their nights be spend like this? Feasting upon wine and liquor until their speech became slurred and all they could to was laugh and giggle like two teenagers hanging out with their first love, sneaking in tiny touches and glances whenever they could. It was almost as if this wedding hadn't been arranged, the way they acted right now, not able to resist one another until they were behind closed doors. "Maybe," she simply replied as she shrugged, her teeth showing as she smiled. "Your clothing is much more comfortable than mine. Ever thought about how it feels to be laced up in corsets every day?"

She hoped to have prevented a flush on her cheeks by shaking off his little touch, though the alcohol probably stained her cheeks the same color as the wine she had been feasting upon. Ranting about the man who clearly didn't deserve her angel of a sister, she barely noticed his hands upon her waist and sliding down towards er hips as she continued to voice her displease. Still, even when visibly annoyed by the siuation, the silver haired sorcered managed to rid her of those worries with a simple, familiar gesture, forcing those thoughts to the back of her mind as his lips found hers. It was almost second nature, the way her hands found their way through his silver hair each time their lips crashed into each other. Back at the altar they had been forced to keep themselves contained, but now, with the wedding behind them, there were rid of all restrictions.

"Good thing we won't have to hide in a storage room anymore," she panted as she broke the kiss, one of her hands cupping his cheek. "How about your chambers instead?" The words barely escaped her lips before she was quick to plant a kiss on his jaw, followed by one a little lower, gently nipping at the tender skin of his neck. "Our chambers, I mean."

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Couldn't he always be this funny? The way he cracked himself up with his own words each time, she couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it. It was quite adorable too. Having such a handsome smile definitely helped, though. By the gods, if those thoughts ever made it through her lips while under the influence of a few glasses too many she would smack herself in the face the next morning. The silver haired sorcerer was cocky enough already. There was no need to fuel his ego with showing him how down bad she truly seemed to be.

His following words stained her face an even darker color, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ears as she giggled in response. "Is that so?" she teased him, running a playful finger across his chest once more. "But you're always so eager to rid me of them." The first time had certainly took him longer than the second time. The thought of him struggling with the lacing of her dresses forced another set of giggles through her lips. She wondered how long it would actually take him to perfect the skill, seeing that from today on, it would become a daily occurence for him to do so.

A feeling of euphoria surged through her body, realizing that they were allowed to do this. And not only for tonight. It made her want to drag him to his room and onto the bed, to show him what he'd missed out on by not marrying her any sooner, but seeing how her vision blurred more than usual and the room still seemed to spin, she wondered if she'd even be able to reach the chambers in the first place, dragging her stumbling husband along with her.

Fueled with newfound motivation at that incredibly hot tone of his voice, however, she pulled herself together as he pushed her away from her, trying her best balancing herself on bare feet as if she was wearing heels on a cobblestone path. A shriek escaped her lips at the impact of his hand against her behind, resulting in more of those teenager-like giggles as she tried her best to keep her balance, especially at the sudden weight of the man trying to keep himself away from a meeting between his face and the floor beneath them. "Watch out!"She yelled, though it was more of a warning blurted out in between laughs. "You're being quite your cheeky self tonight, I see."

With a sigh, she maneuvered his arm around her neck, hoping to give him some sort of support as they stumbled back to the door of their chambers, swaying side to side as they almost hit some of the trinkets and paintings decorating the hallways. "We're almost there," she announced to no one in particular as the familiar door came in sight. By the gods, she couldn't wait to feel the mattress against her back once more, being tired of balancing both her body weight and that of her beloved, newfound husband.

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Perhaps it would've been quite endearing to the unfortune soul walking in on them in this state. Two newlyweds giggling and teasing one another, their mind intoxicated by the rich amount of wine and other festive drinks being served at their special day. Only they knew how things had been before. The nails dug into the others' skin and the tugging at their hair and clothing. For the first time since that one particular night in his chambers their touches felt genuine, even when paired with a whole lot of stumbles and slurring sentences.

The sorceress chuckled at his words, though that chuckle soon turned into a laugh worthy of matching his. "Shut up," she answered, wiping a tear from her eye as she tried to recover from her outburst of laughter. "You're just drunk." By Lythrana, they both were, though she liked to imagine herself being a little less far gone than the man who seemed like he was barely able to support his own weight. The gods would know how he'd even be able to perform his martial duties like this, when he was barely able to reach his chambers in the first place. She could easily imagine him drift off to sleep the moment his back met the sheets, before even getting rid of his wedding attire. As much as she would've liked to scold him for getting drunk beyond that point, she couldn't do anything but giggle at the sigh. What a match they were.

At last, the two of them reached the familiar room, and the whole castle should've known by the way her husband dramatically slammed the door at their entrance. "Always such a gentleman," she replied as she set foot within the room where she'd came from, sarcasm dripping from her voice, though barely distinguishable from her giggles. Without a detour, the bride went straight for the bed, stumbling on her bare feet before falling face first into the familiar sheets she'd spent moments waiting on her husband. She was just about to call him over when his voice forced her to turn around and look him in the eye from across the room. "Yes, silly," she began, sitting up straight on the bed for as far as she was able to, her damp hair leaving a wet mark on the sheets. "They've already moved most of my belongings in here. Look!" Enthusiastically, she pointed her finger to some of the new furniture against the wall. "They even gave me that!" In the direction of her pointing finger stood a beautifully, wooden carved vanity. "Don't be jelous, I'll allow you to make use of it as well." Giggling about her own stupid joke, she let herself back back onto the bed again, staring at the ceiling which still managed to spin.

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The sorceress rolled her eyes at his reply, for as far as she was still able to. Smelling the alcohol on his breath as he moved his head closer during his accusations, she couldn't help but chuckle once more. "You should know better than to call out the woman carrying you back to your chambers," she giggled, pretending to drop him for a split second and almost actually tipping over in the process. "But you're not wrong." At this point, she was just happy both of them managed to enjoy their evening, even after the tension of the ceremony and everything surrounding it.

Staring at the ceiling she felt much more comfortable already, supported by the soft sheets against the exposed parts of her legs and arms. The only uncomfortable factor was how the room kept spinning, especially now when laying down. Still, his comment didn't fail to make her laugh. "You better be!" she exclaimed from the other side of the room, still unaware of how he was making his way towards the bed. "But it's alright, in return I'll just continue to borrow your clothes," she continued contently, briefly stretching out her arms above her head as she enjoyed the comfortable feeling of drowning in her husband's robe.

She hadn't noticed him making his way towards her until she felt the mattress beneath her shift from his weight. Before she even truly realized his presence, he'd already crawled on top of her, looking down on her with a smile her cheeks couldn't help but stain from. Yet her lips were laced with a smile of their own, eager to cup his face within her hands as she lost herself in that familiar, odd colored gaze. "No," she protested, biting her lip as she tried to withold herself from giggling, brushing her thumb gently across his cheek. "I came to fetch you for a reason." With those words she removed her hands from his cheeks and used them to tug at the collar of his shirt instead, forcing him closer so she'd be able to clumsily crash her lips into his once more. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. As of today, she could finally give into her desires without having to fear the consequences. She wouldn't have to leave his side this time, sneaking back to her own room as she yearned for his embrace. Tonight she could finally drown herself in that afterglow, keeping him close to her heart as she'd drift off to sleep. But first, they had a duty to fulfill. One that he certainly wouldn't stall the same way he'd tried to stall their wedding.

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