The happy couple...

"There are few days when I can admit to a mistake, and this evening is one of them", Tybalt stood at the head of the table, next to the newlyweds, holding the crystal goblet in the air. He looked around at the people gathered in the banquet hall, with a hint of amusement in his befuddled eyes, "I collected for this occasion a lot of stories from our past to undermine the morale of wedded pair even more, but looking at how cute they look together, how happy they are today, I came to the conclusion: fuck it, give them something nice as a gift, no taunts and no jeers for now on."

The Prince of Cats put his foot on the table in a fit of verve, carelessly tugging the miniskirt up, showing its contents to the bride and groom. Julius became confused, feeling an ambivalent feeling about the outline of his friend's lace panties, despite the fact that a few days ago, seeing the outline of female charms would be extremely interesting sight to him.

The crowd of guests began to cheer, clinking their glasses as the toast ended. Only then Julius finally could look away from Tybalt's bijou. His surprised ears listened to the euphoric state of both families, and eyes could not believe what they saw.

"Em, Tybalt? Are this your another trick?", the guests were overwhelmed with unusual wedded bliss, which made both newlyweds uncomfortable. They had never seen any of the Caput or Montane be so carelessly cheerful, "You just promised no more jeers a moment ago."

"I promised to you, not to them", the Prince of Cats watched with satisfaction as individual members of the households began to fawn at each other, acting like brainless teens in heat, "I had to give them something to chill out a bit."