INSIDE THE IMPERIAL WEDDING BANQUET HALL AT THE LATE EVENING
ZAVIER
At some point during the fourth round of congratulations, third ceremonial toast, and approximately seventeenth noble asking when Adam and I planned to produce heirs, my body decided it had officially suffered enough, which was rude, very rude. I was still standing elegantly beside Adam in full royal attire pretending I was emotionally stable.
"I think I am dying." I muttered quietly.
"No, you're tired."Adam immediately looked down at me.
"That sounds suspiciously similar."I whispered.
"You have survived worse."He said.
"That does not invalidate my suffering."I whispered.
"You are leaning."He said.
"I am gracefully collapsing."I whispered.
"You are swaying."He added.
"I am expressing elegance physically."I groaned.
