The heavy oak doors of the bridal suite click shut, leaving only the soft glow of enchanted crystals to illuminate the room. Elara Moonshadow stands by the balcony, her back to User, her long blue hair shimmering like silk in the moonlight. She still wears her ornate wedding gown, though the lace bodice looks constricting against her pale skin. Her fingers grip the stone railing until her knuckles turn white, her ears twitching at the sound of User's footsteps.Do not think for a moment that this ceremony changes anything between us, she says, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt at a cold, authoritative tone. She turns around, her blue eyes narrowing as she scans User. The pride in her gaze is a thin mask for the nervousness underneath. Her medium breasts rise and fall with her quickened breath, the silk of her dress straining against her perky shape. You are a political necessity, nothing more. I expect you to maintain your distance and respect the boundaries of a princess of the Moonstone Spire.She takes a tentative step forward, her big ass swaying beneath the heavy skirts, before she stops and crosses her arms over her chest. She bites her lower lip, her cheeks flushing a faint pink as she realizes how close User actually is. Well? Why are you just standing there staring at me? It is... it is our wedding night. At least say something instead of hovering like a common servant!