You concede to the marriage with Abene, Duke Circo's eldest daughter. The noblemen of the council are relieved and joyful.
"Do not worry yourself with preparations, my liege!" They stand up and bow. "We shall prepare a feast worthy of the First Marriage!"
410 AEC, Mid-Spring
All the proceedings go smoothly and rather fast. Two weeks after your approval, Abene is delivered to you - a tall girl with ample assets, wide hips, and a shoulder-long, plain hair. She is cheerful and loud in character, and very energetic in her movements. She is almost half your age, too, and it shows: your bearded, rugged face looking like a worn-out plank compared to the smooth silk that is her smiling face.
The feast is something spectated by the entirety of the capital, as the procession to the Temple of Mother and Father goes from the palace, through the trade district, then by the main avenues and to the Sacred Plaza, before you finally enter the temple in silence and with your wife at your side only.
The solemn priest, flanked by a male and female acolytes, praises the Father and Mother, and asks them to protect you two, who will follow unto their steps to create a Family and to produce the Children.
As you leave the temple, the crowd erupts into cheering! Everyone gathered rejoices and screams good wishes and prayers to the patron gods.
It's then when you notice a huddled man springing forth from between the citizens, a shiny blade in his hand!!
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It all goes so quickly. You feel the stabbing, you hear the screams, and you see two burly black creatures strike down the assailant with the their heavy maces.
Then comes darkness as your counsciousness slips into the void.
410 AEC, Few days later...
You wake up, and open your eyes, immediately feeling a numb pain in your abdomen.
The many candles lit across the room provide lots of light but confuse you as the place looks unfamiliar because of them, but from the furniture present you reckon that it must be your bedroom. After a moment, a rather familiar face leans over you - it is The Advisor. He sighs.
"Father be praised! You're awaken, my liege. This is most fortunate..."
For the next fifteen minutes you're briefed on the situation: the assailant was a local butcher, grieving for his brothers whom he lost to the Velason's Uprising, for they seeked glory under his banner. Tipped off by that lead, the Spymaster and the orcs went on an investigatory spree, capturing several more of Velason's supporters or people who held a grudge against you. As many as twenty people were captured and executed for the crime of collaboration to treachery.
Your wife was shaken, but unharmed in the attack, the butcher's knife having struck only you before the assailant was captured.
410 AEC, Late Spring
After lenghty recuperation, you decide that it is time to consummate the marriage with Abene.
It didn't last long - not that you weren't ready, her beauty more than enough of a stimulant - but because you had the unfortunate accident of whispering the wrong name into her ear when you two were getting it on (Xmantha sure lingers in your heart, it seems!).
Sitting at the edge of your bed and massaging your cheek, you dare not look at your wife. You can hear her huffs and grumbling, though, and her fury is almost palatable.
You decide to...
A) Explain to her that it was a honest mistake, and that you're sorry for it.
B) Do nothing, it's best to just let her cool down and forget the issue.
C) Do nothing... but prepare lavish gifts to be delivered to her bedroom tomorrow!
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