The Rogue Prince (OxO Closed)

Lucian gave her a kind smile. She wasn't what he was expecting at all. "The palace and it's grounds are yours. Should you wish to venture to the village you may do so as well as long as you have your entourage with you. I'm sure you'll make friends to keep you company."
He moved to the door. "I'll leave you be until the wedding. I just wanted to make sure you're alright with consumating tonight after the ceremony. You may come to my rooms if you're ready. If you do not, I understand. I'll deal with any advisor that tries to say something."

"I will write to you," Lucian promised then. "I will wrote to you as much as I'm able." There was little he would be able to say. He would fill the pages with nonsense, worried anything else might horrify his bride, something he was trying to not do.
"I will see you tonight." And then he was gone. He needed to get ready himself but he found himself walking towards the training yard. Just an hour or so and he would be satisfied. Just an hour.
It turned to be longer than an hour.

Lucian had barely made it back in time to bathe and get ready. He dressed in garb of black and red, designs of his house and his dragon had been etched into the clothing. His hair had been plaited out of his face, letting it fall in soft waves down his back. His sword was strapped to his side, more ceremonial than for actual use. Or so he hoped. It was bad luck to kill a man at your wedding. But it was better than not having it at all.
He made it just at the end of the aisle with only minutes to spare. He ignored the disappointing look from his father and waited for the doors to open and reveal his bride.

(Weddings make me cringy. Do mind me doing like a time skip or a scene overview?)

The wedding had commenced. The piano played and the choir harmonized and the bride walked down the aisle. A priest stood at the front, beginning his speech. Vows of love and loyalty were passed and a drop of blood was shared between the two. They were pronounced husband and wife and kissed one another before the gods. Lucian ended the kiss as quickly as it had started, not wanting to cause any discomfort to his bride. Cheers erupted and the party was taken to the reception.
A table at the front of the dining hall had been reserved for the bride and groom. The royal family had a table just to the side and the rest of the courtiers took to the tables scattered throughout. Food was passed and wine was drunk. The music played and men and women alike danced. Lucian remained in his seat, still sipping on his first glass of wine, watching. He had a hand palming his sword. He was cautious, wary. It would be bad luck to kill a man but he would should it be necessary.

Lucian blinked serval times before turning and facing Ruby. He had been too utterly focused to feel her moving until she was touching him. he placed his hand on hers, gave it a squeeze, then promptly moved it off of his sword. He didn't like people touching his things, especially his weapons. He also didn't want to risk her getting hurt.
"Would you like to dance?" He knew enough that was an invitation for him to ask her. He may be a man but he was versed enough in the ways of a woman that he knew when to ask for dance.

Lucian stood then, and held out his hand for her to take. "I'll dance as ling as you'd like."
He wasn't particularly found of dancing. He would rather finish his dinner and go to bed. He found no enjoyment of entertaining courtiers and found these receptions to be more for them than for the married couple.

Lucian looked down at his wife. What a strange thing to say. Wife. He never thought he would have one of those. At least not for a long time. He gave her a soft smile and brought her hand up to his lips. "Of course, my dear, my attention is all yours."

Lucian led her to the dance floor. He placed a gentle hand on her waist and held the other in his hand. His ha ds, rough and riddled with calluses. Years of training and battle had hardened the skin along with his heart. It would a take a long while for him to open uo his heart and let someone in. Perhaps this gentle creature would be the one to do it. Or perhaps she wouldn't. Only time would tell.

He led her into the waltz, swaying with the music and following along the steps. He was a good dancer, he just didn't enjoy it. But he would entertain his wife for as long as she wanted to dance.

Lucian had other places he would rather be but he wasn't a barbarian. He had just been married and he wasn't going to abandon his new wife on the dance floor just hours after they had been married. He may be a brutal man, but he would not shame his wife. He would do good by her. Mainly by leaving her to her own devices and giving her the freedom, physically and financially to do so.
He nodded his head to her as the dance finally ended and they went to go sit. He took a glass of wine, sipping on it as he settled into his seat. "You should drink. You must be thirsty." Dancing for what seemed like hours to him had left him parched. There was water and wine available and hard liquor was only a request away.

(oop always fun. Lucian isn't a big social drinker tho)

(Maybe ruby could have just a little too much haha)