The cold breeze stirred the veil of incense trailing from the brass burners near the banquet edge, filling the grand hall with a fresh fragrance.
It perfectly matched the festive moment, lively enough that Georgie Maximus wore a genuinely delighted smile as he downed yet another cup of the delicious wine.
Savages they may be, but they certainly knew how to brew a drink.
Before returning to Myrthiana, the royal capital, it was best to enjoy a bit more of the chaos.
From his chosen perch on the upper floor, Georgie had the perfect view of Darius' new husband smiling so foolishly at others without even realizing he was being watched.
His smile only widened as faint whispers floated to his ears.
"It is final then," a lady in a lavish dress curled her lips in disgust as she whispered in her friend's ears. "His Grace really married a man. I wonder when the next true wedding will be."
