so we meet again

"Decent company," he murmured as though offended. "I see..." Tyrian's expression was hurt for a second before he broke into a soft, lopsided smirk. It was all for show. He knew she was teasing. In truth he thought the wedding had gone well too, all things considered. After seeing Jupiter's wife and his expression upon seeing his wife for the first time Tyrian had expected a much bigger fit than his nephew had thrown. He was happy to have been wrong; the last thing he needed was for the vikings to be offended, the deal off and whatever vendetta system they had kicked into gear. Blessedly that wasn't the case.

"There was talk of you being next." This caught him off guard and caused him to snort. Tyrian couldn't deny the utility of political marriages, but he'd known something about himself that Jupiter's party had only underscored: he would not be satisfied with one lifelong partner. Yes, he could be wrong, but he didn't feel wrong. Each partner he'd had that night had brought something different to the table. He'd loved their different personalities, their tastes, their bodies. Settling for one for life would be like settling for the same meal for the rest of his days. How boring. He could see himself as one of many instead of one of a pair, however. "I'm afraid they'll be disappointed; I don't do conventional." As a King he would have some stipulations for his partners and that, likely, would make his odds of finding one or more quite difficult. Even now, considering that for the first time, Tyrian was alright with that, though. He would love fleetingly if that remained his only option.

Tyrian glanced down at Fel and allowed his gaze to rove briefly over her stretched out form. He was reminded again of his love of differences. Fel didn't have the grace of Elise or the meekness of Lachlan. Her beauty lay in the strength of her body and the boldness of her character. She knew what she was doing here, now, and that only deepened his blossoming interest in her. "And what adventures does the rest of the evening hold for you?" He lay down across from her, one of his giant paws on either side of her left paw and fixed her with an amused look. "Well," he started, the corners of his mouth tipping up in a smirk. "Tradition dictates, apparently, that for these viking weddings to be official someone from each family needs to make sure they're consummated...so that is in my future." Tyrian let that lovely fact hang in the air for a second before adding, "But until then my schedule is woefully empty. I'm not much of a partier, it seems."