Turning a grand ball room into a warzone was the lord of Dynes specialty. Next to her was the empress who wanted to do something nice for her husband who let her attend such a wonderful wedding. The circular tables and other decoration had seen better days, and several had been moved out to allow for a long table to accommodate for breakfast, brunch and lunch given that the five stars had almost reached their zenith.
"It was a good effort, but you don't have to go so far for him, that man is the one that gets to see you at your best and most unrestrained, which is more than enough and if its not, launch him into the suns."
Lord Dyne had started kicking the party up as a preemptive strike against trouble from the nobles coming later. It was harder to make trouble when everyone was happy and having a good time. No gathering of high society was complete with out its drama and arguments so after the second one ended with a dress ruined by wine, the lord Dyne stepped in.
