"Go away. I’m getting married. I deserve a break from all of ye."
"We do nae bring requests or complaints, sir. We only want to wish ye the best." Boris said with a curt bow which earned them a questioning glare.
"Well...thank ye."
"With that being said, when will ye be returning to work, sir?" Hansel chipped in, earning a seat at the back of the head from another soldier. "What I mean to say was that ye should take yer time."
"Trust me, I’ll." His man retreated after a bow to the Laird and his brother.
"Happy bunch." Caillen teased, and Gawain rolled his eyes, annoyed. Caillen looked ahead of them before he slapped the goblet out of Gawain's hands. Gawain was about to complain when Caillen pointed at the entrance of the grand hall where Davinia had been led in by her sister. Gawain swallowed the lump in his throat as he reached for his brother's hand only to get swatted away. "Be a man, Gawain."
"I’m terrified, Caillen. What if she runs away mid-wedding? What if I’m nae a good man enough fer her, Caillen, help me." Gawain reached fer his brother and got swatted away once again.
" Do nae hold me hand like a fud. Take me advice and just let things happen the way they should. Always out her best interests ahead of years and tell her ye love her every day."
"Does that work?"
"It has gotten me this far." Caillen patted his brother's shoulder. " But still, ye made it here, and I’m proud of ye."
"Shut up, ye give wretched speeches and advice."
"Ye asked fer it! "
"I should have kent better then." Gawain's attention shifted from his brother to Davinia, who had taken his hand with a smile on her face. "Ye look beautiful, m'eudail."
"Thank ye. Ye look like ye did nae get enough sleep." Caillen snorted in quiet laughter.
"I was worried."
"About what?" She reached out to cup his face, and he leaned into her touch.
"That something would go wrong, or ye would nae come." She laughed at his words as his thumb grazed over his smooth-shaven face.
"Even if I did, I ken ye will chase after me."
"Aye, wherever ye go, we go together." She nodded, slipping her hand into his once more, and he squeezed his hands around her smaller ones when she laughed to herself. " What is so funny?" He couldn't help the small smile that grew on his face as well.
"Well, when I first met ye, I was immediately attracted to ye. I... I wanted to take yer hand, but I couldn't. I longed fer it, and now that I can finally do it, I just feel so fulfilled." Gawain interlocked their fingers together as he glanced at his brother, who raised a brow at him then at the guests who would serve as witnesses to their union before he looked back into her brilliant green eyes.
"Aye, I ken what ye mean, m'eudail."
The ceremony had been heartwarming, even managing to bring tears to the eyes of many when the couple gave their vows. They had been pronounced man and wife.
The feast went on into the night, Gawain and Davinia surrounded by family and friends until they had decided to retire for the night. Caillen had requested Gawain pick a much bigger chamber than the one he had, it had taken a while to get Gawain to agree to it, but he was moved back to his much larger bedchamber he used before his exile.
The hallways were quiet as Gawain carried his new bride in his arms toward their chambers. Davinia stuck to nuzzling into his chest having drank a little too much wine courtesy of her husband. Gawain pried the door open, stepping in and kicking it shut. He laid his tipsy wife on the larger bed before going to lock the door. Thankful that the room had already been cleaned out and decorated, Gawain opened the windows allowing the cold breeze of the night to nip at his skin.
The moon was full, surrounded by stars to keep it company for as long as the dark velvety skies remained. In the distance, he could hear the sound of the feast still ongoing. Closer to him, all he could hear were the sound of different insects of the night.
Slim arms wrapped around his body as Davinia buried her face in his back. "Come to bed with me." She purred as she turned him around to lay on his chest.
"Perhaps nae while ye’re intoxicated." Gawain tried to pry her hands off him, but she only clung tighter to him.
"I’m nae intoxicated. I ken what I’m doing." She looked up at him from under her lashes, and Gawain smirked when her hands slid under his tunic. She was rather bold. "Come to bed with me." She whispered, her voice low, almost inaudible, but Gawain heard her perfectly well.
"As the lady wishes."
Gawain, swimming in the gentle seduction, gave a smile before pushing his lips on hers once again. Their kiss became heated and more demanding. Gawain left her lips only to pepper kisses on her cheekbone, her temple, nibble on her earlobe and breathe in her sweet floral scent as he dragged his lips along on her skin descending slowly to her neck, nipping the sensitive skin gently but lustily what brought a faint mewl out of her. Davinia tilted her head, offering the better, more open angle to Gawain, who bit into her neck, scraping his teeth on a silk skin which brought another sigh out of her slowly submitting to Gawain. Davinia pushed her hands between them, fingers faintly trembling and driven by her eagerness, started to take off his tunic. Gawain stepped back to allow her to do as she wished.
