"I've found a husband for you."
Vialle stopped working on her sculpture upon hearing Moire's announcement, her hands frozen mid-air. Slowly, the blinde woman rested her hands back on her lap as Moire approached her. A husband, for her? How had Moire accomplished a marriage with one of out of her court? Who had agreed? As Vialle's mind raced through every name she knew, she could vaguely hear Moire's approaching footsteps in the background. Her steps nearly had completed the distance to her chair, when Moire continued on,
"Random of Amber."
Moire's steps became earthquakes after she heard the name. Vialle couldn't stop herself and spit the word out like poison. "Amber?!" Immediately, Vialle detested herself for the way she reacted - Moire had moved every sea rock to find her a suitor and now that she had one, she acted like a spoiled child. Then again, hadn't Random? Hadn't he left Morganthe like a toy he didn't want anymore?
"Yes." Moire's voice stayed indifferent to her reaction, but it still shook Vialle out of her musings. she had made peace that she would die an old widow and here she had suddenly a chance to have a life to share with someone, thanks to Moire. Moire, who literally chained Random by his past crimes to her, a blind woman who Moire never really glanced at. She was imperfect, not utile for this society and better far removed. A punishement for Random, a marriage for her and a gained political link for Moire. 3 big birds in one stone. "You will marry tomorrow morning." Vialle nodded at Moire's answer and bid her goodnight with a forced smile. After undressing herself, Vialle laid herself in her bed - alone, for the final time.
Safe for a vile to cover her face, there was nothing else prepared for the haphazardly sudden wedding. As she was brought forward by Moire, Vialle flexed the fingers of her free hand out of nervosity. The room was buzzing with unrecognizeable whispers, making her head explode from the overstimulation, so instead she focused on her steps. About 80, she felt Moire guide her hand and place it on that of her husband.
They were far more slender than she imagined. Blocking the priest's blessings out, Vialle focused on his hand and slowly began to explore it. She had been so focused on it, that she realized his annoyed huff too late - his hand now barely touched her and had become a ghost. Vialle could practically feel the annoyance and displeasure radiate off him, multiplied thanks to her exploration. The longer it build up, the more unbearable it become, till Vialle was sure the room would explode.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife"
Vialle let a relieved sound escape her lips, while her husband simply grumbled, carrying the rumble over to her hand. It was over.
"You may kiss"
Vialle gasped when she felt his hand suddenly vanish, causing all grip and orientation to be lost for one frightening second, before she felt it placed on her cheek and his breath coming closer. "No!" At the same time, Vialle slapped his hand away in annoyance.
"What, no?" It was the first time he actually said something directly to her - his voice filled like her with annoyance but also torn pride, anger and a spark of hope hidden in it.
"I want to see you before kissing me."
"See?" his voice was still thick from annoyance, but the amusement creaped through. "What do you-" Random stopped asking when Vialle simply put her hands on his face, feeling his hair, his cheeks, his eyes, eyebrows... "There. I've seen you. Now you may kiss me."