OH HOLD MY HAND MY DEAR I THINK I MIGHT WEEP ༻❁༺ wedding

[Romulus]

ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC

The kingpin had seen this day coming from a mile away, but it had approached so quickly. When Byriath asked him to be by his side, the lion had accepted with pleasure and tried his best to be supportive along the way, especially as a friend and a leader. After all, the couple deserved only the best. In preparation, the lion managed to pamper himself privately. His mane was brushed out with the assistance of another attendee, leaving his hair fluffier than usual. Along with this, Romulus took the time to polish his piercings carefully. Each was held out to the sun to observe the rays bounce off and gleam on their golden surface to check for blemishes. When satisfied, he hoisted himself up took a deep breath. Then he was on his way.

He arrived early per usual. Where he could lend a paw he did. In what felt like a quick breeze, final touches were met and he found himself with the rest of Byriath's helpers watching the groom carefully. With Byriath's disgruntled comment, he shook his head in disapproval. A paw reached out to pat the other's back and attempt to pull them in close to his side. Whether successful in his action or not, Romulus would point at the mirror. "It is what Saturn will be seeing for the rest of their life," he tried to reassure. "If you look your best or your worst, they will be by your side no matter the occasion." That is what he hoped at least.

The lion would lean away. "I can try to fix your hair if you wish, but no promises," came his response. Romulus was no stylist. He tried to look his best at meetings, but he had more bad fur days than he cared to admit sometimes.