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Chapter 23 by crunchyspag crunchyspag

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Prepare the wedding

You castle staff has maintained a low level of preparedness for the event since you first set off to meet your new fiancee, though they waited for your final choice to begin the final arrangements. Servants of both genders bustle through the halls constantly, moving furniture, art, bottles of wine, piles of clothes, heaping animals to be roasted, and so on. You had arranged for your tailor to size a proper dress for Helga, which should be ready in a day or so. Since she is of little wealth, she will have to do with one less ornate and spectacular than a wealthy family could have provided at advance notice, but such is life. It is actually when you go to check on her that she pulls you aside, bursting from around a corner at a brisk step.

"Have you sent word to your vassals yet?" she asks, peering into your face with her crystal eyes. "Of course" you say calmly, "their invitations to the wedding have all been sent out." She shakes her head, annoyed. "That's not what I mean you-" she says angrily, before stopping herself. "I meant, did you give word for them to join you in the war for my birthright?"

You're a bit surprised that someone as intelligent as planning-oriented as her disregards noble protocol. "All in due time, my dear fiancee" you say, trying to be conciliatory. "For now, let us be merry and rejoice. The war shall come in time, but first my vassals must be allowed to enjoy the wedding."

Helga's face clouds over. "I suppose you're right" she says uncertainly. "My concern is, such an effort will take much time to prepare. Proper provisions for the long journey and the climate will be lengthy undertakings. Not to mention, we must ready all available cavalry. My people are unmatched in hand to hand infantry combat, but yours admittedly outmatch us in horsemanship. Not to mention-" she says until you lean forward and place a light kiss on her lips, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. "Relax my dear" you say, reaching out to stroke her hair. "It can wait a day, even a week" you say with a smile and walk away.

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