Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170621234437

"Rrr...yer forgiven," Bale grumbles, "On account o' th' fact that we already had a bloody to-do, an' this is supposed t' be a happy occasion an' I just want t' get things over an' done."

Leontyne sits up, wiping tears of laughter from her face. When she at last gains enough control to speak, she slowly stands. "Hee...hehehehe...ohh, SHIT that was funny. This is turning out to be a fantastic party.  Hilarious already.  And the company is divine all around..."

Thomas sees Cire trot up to the group. He waves him over. "Great! Your timing is perfect.  C'mere."

Thomas presents Cire to the group of Royals. "Your Majesties, this is Cire Hominiac, the groom."

Melandil and Illyagrine give cordial bows. "May the light ever fall on your path," Melandil says. "We wish you many years of happiness."

Bale stands up straight, looking to Cire. "Well, laddie, ye picked a tough one, but a good one. Yer a better man than I.  When I heard news of Lady Asja's marriage, I wanted to see the man who tamed her fer myself.  Mebbe ye can soften 'er up a bit." He smiles.

"So you're the guy, huh? Hmmm.   Not bad." Leontyne gives Cire a little smile as she rubs her chin. "I was somehow expecting someone taller, but I guess it doesn't matter. Eye of the beholder, and all that.  So, you ready for this?"