The ceremony was going down with a hitch, something Ryker was grateful for. The fact that they were more so friends than anything going into this was awkward, but he hadn’t wished for a bump on the road or two. When Lora said “I do” and they exchanged rings, that’s when it hit him at once. They were officially married and he was a part of the family. Ryker was grateful enough for all they had done for him so far, he never needed anything else from them, including money. He would have gladly given his life up for both Edahril or Loralei without a second thought, but here he is. He was to make sure the legacy continued on with her and that’s what he would do.
Then the kiss…he had hesitated where she had not and once he felt her lips pressed against his, the werepanther responded, matching her force with his. It was an odd feeling but he also felt satisfied. Lora was a pretty little number, but he only saw her as the little girl that bugged him way back when. Now, he would have to see her as so much more.
But the peace would not last and the bitch had to show up.
Ryker felt that things were getting too good to be true and despite her father’s best efforts, Syviis came and once again tried to make everything about her. It wasn’t hard to see that the facade he kept whenever she was around, the passive look on his face, was melting into pure anger. He had stomached every single word, every single action this woman had produced and it took every fiber in him over the years as to not do anything. He cared little of what she had to say about him, but Lora? She didn’t deserve this on her greatest day. But then she shocked possibly everyone when she finally had enough. That slap across her mother’s face brought a full-blown smile across his face. Even a bit of a chuckle as he was proud of her for shutting her up.
Not wanting things to get thrown into a frenzy, he nodded at his new father in law and went over to picked Lora up from the ground and cradle her in his arms. She was fairly light enough to escort with ease and he took the kets for the instructed room.
“Get used to it, mother.”, he called out, his eyes sharp like daggers as they watched her get removed from their sights. And good riddance.
He turned around with his bride in tow and headed off for the stairs, carefully taking them up step by step. “That was splendid. No, really it was.” He looked to her for a moment before continuing upstairs. “Never saw you look that way before, but then again, I don’t blame ya. It was only a matter of time before her putrid mouth would cross someone other than your father. I would have thought it would have been me, to be honest.” Of course, he would also have expected for her to try (and fail) to persuade her husband to cast him out onto the streets from which he came if he had. “Good for you.”
Reaching the top, it was only a matter of recalling what Edahril had said before they reached the room they were supposed to be in. Shifting her a bit in his arms, he managed to get the key and unlock the door for them. Once inside, he closed and locked it, just in case her mad mother got any bright ideas and also…because of the fact that they were to consummate their marriage. It was something that just dawned on him as he placed her down onto the edge of the bed and sat right beside her.
“Well…suppose we should go ahead and…” He took a quick breath, “well, you know… “ Gods, if there was ever a time he needed a drink, this would be the time. Fortunately, there was a wine bottle resting in a bucket of ice, complimented with a pair of fancy glasses which he took the liberty of filling with the beautiful and aged drink. Handing one of the glasses over to Loralei, Ryker gave it a few sips of his own before placing down the glass onto the nightstand nearby and started to undo his waistcoat and then shirt, exposing his torso. Gods, the next few bits were going to get seriously awkward for him.
The best, however, was yet to come for him.