15th April 1574
"You look incredibly well, my lord!"
Standing in the middle of the spacious room in one of the taverns inside the Pilzno, I was watching myself in the mirror, as a crowd of maidservants along with my oldest retainers were making sure that all parts of my official dress were in place.
With no suits or anything similar that could serve as the universal wedding dress, most of the nobles would choose either their best kontus along with the best quality of the secondary clothes, but in my case, my position as the titular officer in the crown's army, allowed me to wear my military suit, far more comfortable and suited for the proceedings.
