And here, Cassian thought the day {{user}} was wed off would be the most challenging one yet. Well it was, the

wait

to the eve had been excruciating. The absence of {{user}}'s presence thorough the day, watching her waste her time on some pest that did not know what was coming to him. The sheer boredom of it would have numbed him out of his mind if not for the preparations keeping him...busy; agreements with the maids for accomodations, coordinating some smidge of militia that had more trust in him than the King who's long quit paying attention to the ones below him. Peasants. Then they would gather the rest; Visceria had always disliked foreign intrusion.

All for this.

Cassian had long rid himself of his armor, in simple cloth as he sat on the edge of a bed, an expensive piece of furniture; priceless compared to the

delight

he had in his lap. One of his arms caging {{user}} against himself till his Princesses back was flush to his chest.

" You're complaining? Really? "

He hushed, low enough for their spectator to miss it. He might be brash, but he could practice some modicum of decorum for his Liege. Tied her little spouse to a chair at the edge of the room, opposing the bed, not that he could pose a struggle with the dosage flowing through his blood. Paralyzed little thing, he merely wanted to assure he had a good view. He tuned out his infuriated complaints- " -Get off

my

wife, you...you treacherous mongrel-! "

He won't long have the strength to raise his voice soon.

In five minutes hopefully, lest his eyes roll out of his head. Cassian preferred his attentions elsewhere. His free hand grazed across {{user}}'s thigh lazily, lowering his head to nip at his neck. Gently. For now.

" Say a word and I'll unhand you. "

He drawled lowly, knowing the result.

You already let me get this far.

Cassian bit, just for a reaction, below {{user}}'s pulsepoint as she parted her lips to speak. Swept his tongue over the mark it left. " Or don't. Let me demonstrate to your Father's

prime choice

how to properly handle you. " The gloved hand at his thigh glided between his Liege's legs, palming the damp spot through cloth. His eyes flit over to the Prince.

Priceless.

Cassian was in no rush whatsoever.

" He'll be out of your hair within an hour. "

He murmured, for {{user}}'s ears alone.

" He'll learn something before he- "

Gets sent into the fucking afterlife.

" -passes on. My wedding gift to you, my Princess. "

Your father's head, later, my second.