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"Mmhmmm." Darius didn't push his boundaries this time as he capture her lips in a tender kiss, his arms around her upper body,

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"Aye, yes, we will!" Aryon laughed, and looked around.

"It seems I need to attend to my royal duties, see you around!"

(Now, for the timeskip...)

4 days later, the 10th of Sun's Height

"All right, I have a wedding today, so make me look so good Aras can't wait to jump me!"

Darius laughed as the imperial servants inspected all 6 feet and three inches of him.

Darius was now dressed in his old no-frills Archmage robes, now a navy blue with silver trimmings and embroidered vines snaking their way down the robes.

Darius had won the fight over the robes with the Council, and these were now the official robes of the Emperor.

"Now bring me the crowns!"

Darius put his on: a circlet of silver, engraved with dragon runes and set with a brilliant sapphire.

He then picked up and inspected Aras': similar to his, but more elaborate, with vines and leaves, and studded with emerald and sapphire,

Darius had also smithed the ring to match.