Aizen returned to his study, seating himself at the large desk. He glanced over the papers over his desk, all letters. Some were congratulating him on the wedding, others were questioning where he found the bride. More still requesting that instead of whoever he found on his own, he marry the daughter of some lord he had no interest in. All of the letters came from those who had tried to wed him to their daughters, seeking his wealth.
He was by far one of the wealthiest in the country, bested only by the King himself, and Lord Yamamoto to the East. The marriage proposals had gotten so bad, even his own family pushing him to wed, that he began to go to small towns throughout the land in search of someone who did not know him. Someone who would not try and take his money for themselves.
It had taken months. Then, in a small and unassuming town not far from the capital city called Los Noches, he found the one he had been looking for. He had noticed a young man who seemed rather thin, fetching cloth from the local weaver. A brief inquiry to the weaver revealed it to be the younger son of the owner of the general store and the town's dress maker.
He had gone to the store and asked more questions, then made an offer for the boy. While it wouldn't even dent his vast sums, the boy's family would be well off for many years to come. So now he had his bride. All that remained was to have the ceremony.
It was proving to be more difficult than anticipated. Between his bride's older sibling who had insisted upon coming along causing trouble, and his own employees in an uproar over everything, he was having difficulties finding the time to find a priest willing to do the honors.
He set the papers down, and glanced up. Shawlong was watching from the doorway.
"Difficulties, sire? Perhaps I can be of assistance." The taller male murmured.
Aizen came to a decision. "Where is Gin?"
"I believe he had gone out with his steed to visit Lady Matsumoto at the mansion of the Ice Dragon." Shawlong answered. Aizen sighed.
"When he returns, send him to me. I have a job for him."
Shawlong bowed. "Of course, sire. Is there anything else?"
Aizen hummed in thought. "I want you to inquire to my bride. Find out his favorite colors and flowers. I also wish for you to begin helping him find suitable attire for the wedding."
Shawlong bowed again. "Yes, sire. By the way, the chefs were inquiring as to what you would like to eat this evening."
Another brief moment of thought. "If Grimmjow is done with his stable duties for the day, send him out to hunt for some venison."
Shawlong nodded. "Yes, sire. I shall see to it at once." That said, Shawlong left Aizen to his thoughts. He discarded the letters, placing them into the fireplace to burn. None of them mattered. Now he just had to hope that Gin would return back from his visit soon.
