He couldn’t sleep the previous night, for some reason he felt nervous since he woke up (Aidan was sure nothing bad would happen, he wouldn’t allow it to happen), but he couldn’t sit still, not even for one moment. But most of all he felt like he was floating through the day, almost as if he was high - high on love and life, and that feeling accompanied him throughout the day. He couldn’t stop smiling or looking away from Elise, she looked as gorgeous as ever, and she was his. His wife. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death would do them part. He watched her from the other side of the room, she was talking to one of their guests, but as they walked away, Aidan took that moment to steal Elise away from the next guests, who would want to talk to her. “My gorgeous wife,” he purred in her ear, placing his hands on her hips and slowly guiding her to the middle of the dance floor to the rhythm of the music. “I will never get sick of calling you my wife,” his lips curved in a wide smile as his arms wrapped around her waist, him still moving to the music. “Have I told you today how much I love you?” A small laugh escaped his lips. Of course he had done it already. Multiple times. “Don’t tell Princess Mina, but you are the most stunning, most gorgeous and beautiful bride I have ever seen,” he whispered in her ear and placed a small, quick kiss on her neck right below it.

          He approached her with a smile on his face, happy to see her. “My lady,” Viggo bowed for her with exaggeration, trying to imitate a proper lord. It ended up looking quite theatric, which was what he was going for. “So you are here for work or pleasure?” he asked nonchalantly before taking a good look at her. he just couldn’t help it. She cleaned up well. “You look quite beautiful tonight,” he added in a little lower tone, genuine smile curving his lips and no sign of his usual teasing. Not this time at least.

          “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’d like to hear your opinion. I’m not good with kids, but... would a six year old girl like this?” he asked the person next to him.

          She had her doubts about his words, the wound on his shoulder looked bad, but she didn’t press on this matter. At his gratitude Leyla couldn’t help but take a step closer and, standing between his legs, wrap her arms around him, carefully not to squeeze the wounded shoulder. For a moment she hid her face in the crook of his neck, then lifted her head. “Please be more careful, alright?” she asked in almost a whisper. “If that thing would have hit you just a bit more to the left, you wouldn’t be here and I don’t want that.”

          He helped Lucian to get his shirt off so he could examine him. Bruises had disappeared first, then came cuts and after that bigger, more serious wounds. His skin was still slightly discolored where more serious wounds had been, but it looked alright. Aristeo placed his hand where Lucian had broken ribs. “Tell me if it hurts,” he said and gently pressed on them. By touch he couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, which was a good sign that they had healed properly. “Seems like you’ll be all good in no time,” he gave him a small smile. A soft sigh left his lips as he was looking at Lucian. “I would like to say don’t you ever do that again, but you helped save Li Na, so... I am proud of you,” he said the smile getting wider.

          “Uh-huh,” she shook her head disapprovingly. “I am not drinking that.” Celia said sternly, starting to get tired from the other trying to make her have a sip of this strange drink that was apparently ‘really good’. “I am sticking with my old and boring ale,” which wasn’t quite a lady’s drink, but she didn’t care, she wasn’t dressed to the nines, Celia had a rather comfortable and simple outfit, she just wanted to relax and enjoy the atmosphere in the tavern. She had been on too many fancy parties that she needed a bit of a change of the scenery.