The events of the day unfolded a lot more dully until it was brought to the attention of the Grand DUke the masked mordecai had been spotted, caught, and released by none other than his new bride. And in dealing with her, it was a mixture of emotions. Though he understood her side of the story- her life being saved by a man sneaking onto the grounds, but he was constant in his reminder to her that her duty, now that she was married to him, was to Connlaoth and it's cause.
"For if we can not dedicate ourselves wholly to our people, we might as well leave them to be ruled by dust."
Needless to say, it left their first time in bed awkward at best. For after their conversation occurred, he left his new wife to prepare for the evening-, but he himself had not returned until it was quite late. And while he was guiding her to the bed, she'd be able to smell the brandy on his lips as he kissed her, and taste it when he used his tongue. And once her clothing was peeled of, he wasted not much time to claim her as his own. He wasn't here to please her, but himself, and he was frustrated, and the fucking didn't take long before he forced his seed into her- then bid her a goodnight. It was almost as bad as just using a napkin, except she was left messy and anything but satisfied.