The invite makes it to him alongside a job. It is, of necessity, a somewhat private affair, which isn’t to say it’s small. And it’ll be a good chance for Aerith to expand her understanding of frankly normal people and normal customs. Not to mention keep up their ruse of being married. He’s kept an eye on the rumor circuit, and it’s helping eclipse that his strange hire might be the missing princess.

The wedding takes place at a private house and sprawling garden in the desert, all full of twinkling lights and beautiful plants. The ceremony is at sunset, and the weather goes from warm to crisp as the sun sinks below the horizon. The food is wonderful, and the music is vivacious, and it’s good to drink and laugh and see old friends.

“Well what do you think?” He asks Aerith as they get a moment alone. “Little more fun than a court wedding isn’t it?”