Unwanted Honors
Sixteenth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC
Although you certainly would not be using a hand clock anytime soon, the potential it unveils is in many ways startling. For all you have embraced magic, for all you are magic, blood, and bone now, you still recall the libraries of the serpent folk, writ in imperishable stone even in the darkness when all the mage lanterns had gone out. There are yet places and times in which such works that need not even a spark of magic to function and there are yet valuable works which can be wrought in the domain of the merely physical. This you believe and so this you reward with the accolades and the gold dragons which mark the greatest of craftsmanship.
"Mistake not my choice for having overlooked the work of this lighthouse for the days ahead," you motion to the Brass Light, your mantle swirling with the clink of a thousand scales, or to your ear perhaps that of a thousand diminutive teeth waiting to latch on to the next meal. You do not speak of contracts in public, it makes for rather dull speeches, but from the gleam in his own eye, the man can understand the meaning just fine.
A true son of the Deep in more than his use of sorcery...
You later learn that Dany had actually had a a copy of the hand clock made not for herself but for Glyra, to serve as a sort of badge of office. She assures you that 'something every one of her troupe would love to smash but can't' makes excellent regalia. Thankfully, you stopped trying to make sense of Glyra years ago, so you nod and go about your day.
Said day takes a turn for the decidedly odd when you get a brief message from Monford Velaryon delivered in discretion, though not the sort of secrecy that would make you worry something truly terrible happened.
"Your Majesty, there is a bit of an issue with the wedding. Locally, I mean..."
"You shall have to be a touch more specific than that, my lord steward.
Everything is about the wedding today," you reply breaking the tension before it could gather too deep. You do not expect everything to go perfectly, given that there are far more gears in motion than all the clocks you have seen today combined.
He laughs behind his palm with the trained reflex of a courtier, but still he shakes his head. "I did not mean the Imperial Wedding, Your Majesty... well in a way, but this is more weddings in a broader sense. You see, the city of Sorcerer's Deep, through its local Assembly of Voices, has decreed in its 'wisdom' that there would not be any weddings while the celebrations are under way so as not to 'create an undo association'."
"Well, it has only been a day, at least. Tell them to stop being absurd," you reply, caught between bemusement and annoyance at the unwanted gesture. Who could have thought that on the joyous occasion of your marriage you would wish to deny that very joy to others out of what? A sense of pride. You cannot deny you have that, but you have far better things to be proud of than arbitrary local ordinances.
"It is unfortunately not quite that easy, Your Majesty. You see, they have been counting rather creatively from the start of the month..."
You sigh, then count slowly to ten in Yi Tish just because it takes marginally more mental engagement. "How many were delayed?"
"Over a two hundred and ninety two local couples," Monford replies, though hastily adding. "We can make some use of this though. The ordinance will be repealed at once, of course, but some further show of Imperial generosity would likely resonate quite well with more than the prospective spouses and their families."
What do you do in response to the soon to be rescinded wedding delay?
[] Give a wedding gift to every single couple involved
-[] Write in
[] Include them in the festivities somehow
-[] Write in
[] Just let this pass without fanfare once the legal issues are resolved
[] Write in
OOC: Welp I rolled administrative mishap in the background so here we are. Not yet edited.