The week passed by in a fever dream of meetings and fittings and work. There was his investiture that had to be moved up in order to accommodate the marriage celebration and the acknowledgment of their bond. But they no longer had a chaperone, the High King had let Lady Dorwenna out of watching them since they’d chosen to bond. Vajra was still staying in the townhouse though; he didn’t think it was prudent to sleep in the same bed as Ardala until they’d been married in truth. Even though he hated going back to the townhouse at night to his lonely bed, he’d do it until the end of the week.
It took an eternity.
But eventually the week ended, and he was escorted to the palace in the company of his uncle, who was absolutely over the moon for him and for the Khatri. The night he’d gone back to the townhouse after the events of the library the man had kept him up for the rest of the night with excitement and alcohol.