All the people were standing in the giant ball room. It was filled with the nonstop chatter of courtiers until a tune was struck up by the musicians. It was a lovely little song, although Gwendolyn didn't know the words to it. She had been able to grab a quick bite to eat before being swarmed with people, asking about Rome, her dress, Aldwin. They were prodding questions, and for the most part, Gwendolyn dodged them.

Aldwin only one wanted to eat but he was always being bombarded with congratulations and uncomfortable questions. Questions that half the time he didn't know the answer to. All the questions about children made Aldwin nervous and uncomfortable. He tried dodging them but everyone was always asking and asking. Aldwin was frustrated deep down but he could never show that. It was his job as a king not to. So instead he answered with neat, obscure words.

The were both quite helpless, Gwendolyn mused, too polite to tell them to leave, but too upset to happily answer. Luckily, Gwendolyn was a quick thinker, driven by awful conversation, "Oh, I do apologize, but isn't a tradition here to dance with your new spouse? I know we did it in Rome..." It worked like a charm. Romans were known to be sophisticated people, and all the Brits wanted to one up them. Therefore, what was already a tradition became even more important - it must be done! Gwendolyn was quickly excused, and smoothly walked over to Aldwin, "My Lord?" She waited until he turned to look at her, "I do believe it is time for a dance."

Aldwin had been taken into a deep conversation about politics, which was a more comfortable topic than his current situation, when Gwendolyn saved him from another barrage of questions. He turned to face her with a relieved smile, his auburn hair had begun to return to its normal wild state. Even after all the work on it, his hair just couldn't be contained.

Gwendolyn recognized the relief in Aldwin's face - why she just felt that herself - and lightly took his hand, "Why of course, My Lord, let us dance." She let him lead her out onto the dance floor, and guests gave them space. Gwendolyn made sure to keep on a bright smile, as to not hint that anything was wrong, "You seem mighty glad to not be crowded by questions anymore, if I may say so."

Aldwin did not allow his smile to drop either. He didn't want to give himself away, well, not too much at least. "I could say the same for you My Lady. I think we both needed a little escape from it all." Aldwin was truthful with his new wife. He didn't ever want to lie, he may not love her but he respected her. They were together after all, it was the least he could do to be truthful with her.

The dance wasn't the smoothest thing ever, but it wasn't uncomfortable, "True, true." They danced for a while, but at last, Gwendolyn sighed, "I suppose we have hidden away for a while. It is about time we faced the mob again."

Aldwin's agitation showed on his face for only a moment before he quickly hid it away from anyone's view. He did not wish to deal with these matters at the moment. For the first time in a long while he wanted to hide away in his books and not face the world in front of him.

ts? maybe to that night?

What would we do? Like the aftermath of the dinner?