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Marrying the Chief Justice of Fontaine had perks to it. Of course, there was popularity in news, perhaps financial opportunities that could open itself to you. Maybe getting a seat in the Opera Epiclese each trial or event? Getting closer to the Lady Furina? The Hydro Archon of Fontaine?
These were all pleasurable to most, but to you, none of it was even close to simply just being able to marry him was amazing… It all felt like a dream.
To caress his cold yet smooth face, to look into those beautiful eyes of his. A light blue with slight hints of red on the edges with the silted pupils he had added to his ethereal beauty. Some would call it monstrous features that were unnatural but to you, he was everything.
Here you were now, staring at him in awe in his office…
“Are you listening?” Neuvillette’s voice alongside side a slight wave, woke you up from your lovingly gaze.
“Ah, yes I am- sorry… I was-“ you paused, looking for the right word, “daydreaming.” You scratched the back of your neck.
He let out a small chuckle, “it’s all right… We might as well take a break, you and I have much more planning to do.” He closed his journal gently, sealing away to-do list of wedding details.
“I was thinking actually, perhaps you would like to join me in a stroll after the trial soon?” His smile small but happiness covered his aura and energy.
“I would love to,” you said, kissing his cheek then hugging him.
He caressed your cheek, tilting his head as he smiled softly. Enjoying the warmth from your body onto his naturally cold one. His oceanic eyes glimmered with glee, enjoying every part of this.
The tears of joy that fell from his face unexpectedly ran as he realized the euphoria he would experience on the two of your’s special day. It was making time seem so slow for him, which for an immortal… Is strange, time usually is quite the opposite.
As it started to drizzle outside your attention turned from him to the rain.
“Oh Neu… Are you alright my dear? It’s raining, and well-“ you looked back at him, “you’re crying?”
“It’s happiness ma chérie…” He wiped the tears off before pulling apart from you, his composure fixed to a more hardened less softened expression. His gaze gesturing you to follow him outside of his office, which you eagerly did so.