Unlike brides, thank heavens, grooms weren't subjected to elaborate preparations on the wedding day. Yet, Percy found himself having to endure a surprising amount of fussing over his attire. The sheer number of buttons and cravats involved was enough to exhaust any groom, he thought to himself in exasperation many, many times with every heavy sigh rumbling from his chest.
He was so tired that he did not want to look at any work documents in his study.
All he craved was the blissful oblivion of sleep, preferably achieved by collapsing directly onto his bed, clothes, and all. Changing into something "comfortable" seemed like a herculean task at this point.
He must have fallen asleep for several minutes, he later discovered, before he was woken up rather rudely by the insistent pounding at his door.
