[He notices the hesitation and he thinks that something he had said had caught the dragon unawares. He tucks that response away as something for him to mull over later. He guesses he'll have plenty of time to think about his soon-to-be husband after all.
Wriothesley focuses, instead, on what it was being demanded of him. He moves to his feet to start disrobing, letting the silky material slide off his body. The robes pool around his feet, looking down at them before looking up at the dragon. Wriothesley's body was covered in scars he had gotten over the years. From little nicks and cuts from his own mistakes to the remnants of lashings on his back. Years of manual labor has helped him gain a well fit body.
He should probably feel some amount of apprehension. He's not so naïve to not know what's to come. Despite that, there's some amount of exhilaration instead.] Sorry, I suppose I'm not a typical bride.
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Wriothesley focuses, instead, on what it was being demanded of him. He moves to his feet to start disrobing, letting the silky material slide off his body. The robes pool around his feet, looking down at them before looking up at the dragon. Wriothesley's body was covered in scars he had gotten over the years. From little nicks and cuts from his own mistakes to the remnants of lashings on his back. Years of manual labor has helped him gain a well fit body.
He should probably feel some amount of apprehension. He's not so naïve to not know what's to come. Despite that, there's some amount of exhilaration instead.] Sorry, I suppose I'm not a typical bride.