From the moment Lady Myra had stepped into the keep, he made his wishes known to the staff, as kindly and gently as possible, in a way his sister would do it. That Lady Myra vastly preferred her privacy, and chose to dress herself, that she wasn't used to having the assistance of others. The benefit of having a sister was a big help in this, that growing up they'd shared in quite a bit, that it wasn't as though he didn't know how to dress as a woman, though he had never really done so himself, just sometimes helping his sister if she struggled. So he strove to do up all his own outfits without anyone helping. Surprisingly the staff didn't take it badly, and even Dalma was receptive to the request, giving the Lady Myra all the privacy she required. The woman was amazing and worth everything that kept Zek calm as he tried to figure out what to do.<br/><br/>Maybe part of him had been hoping somehow the wedding would fail, something would happen to stop it before it was finished and he could go home, no one ever knowing what he had done. But it happened and he was now the Lady Myra, thanking his own sister silently for the various lessons together growing up, even teaching him how to tame his hair when he hadn't taken to chopping it off like most males. Which had been to their benefit since the silver hair was long enough to fall past his shoulders, though he had found various ways to style it, sometimes with Dalma's help, sweeping it into various styles.<br/><br/>But in the last several days, the activity had taken an upswing, servants rushing everywhere, that Zek was avoiding getting under anyone's feet, keeping mostly to himself. As a commoner turned Lady, no one yet seemed to expect Lady Myra to issue any sort of orders until her husband had returned to help her navigate her new life. Though it wasn't as though he missed Esbin watching him when he wandered, allowing the older adviser to think exactly what he did, that the new Lady was shy and quiet, possibly a little mousey that he avoided confrontation for now and the adviser left him to his own devices.<br/><br/>Up until the day that the knock at the door came, alerting to Dalma's arrival, and the hurried encouragement that the Lord was returning and his new wife needed to be in attendance to greet him along with the rest of the household. In a move he'd sadly become almost too accustomed to, Zek was sweeping the skirts as he got up from where he'd been perched, giving one last glance at his reflection in the glass to be sure the styling to the silver hair had stayed the same before he hurried after Dalma. Fingers gripped the skirts as he hurried, still less than certain of the directions of where anything was in the keep, having tried to mentally map it since his arrival. But soon enough they were outside, the Lady stepping forward gracefully, sweeping the skirts clear of the dirt before he was in place to watch for the Lord's arrival as the riders and carriage soon arrived, everyone in a flurry of activity helping riders down and drawing the horses away.<br/><br/>Until Esbin had gone to the carriage to open the door for the Lord of the Keep, only to find it empty. Maybe in a choice to honor the Lord and his household, Dalma had helped the Lady Myra select a gown for the day in a similar burgundy coloring as the riders cloaks, threaded in small amounts of gleaming gold in small patterns, the cut slightly higher but fitted well. And Lady Myra was as confused as everyone that the Lord was gone, until a hand dropped to his shoulder, tipping his head back, intending to tell the random rider off for touching the Lady of the Keep, only for the words to die unspoken when the hood was pushed back to reveal the man he was wed to instead. Thankfully he and Myra had only been slightly different in height, that Zek had been maybe an inch or two taller, but still shorter than the Lord at his back. That he was swallowing the first words that would have come up from thinking it was someone else who touched him,<br/><br/>When the adviser spoke, Zek flicked a glance back toward the male, trying to ignore the warm heat on his shoulder where the hand rested, and snorted softly at questioning Lord Rian. He might not know the Lord as well himself, but it didn't seem like a great idea in the long run as the man didn't seem like the type who would want to answer such things in public. And with servants and staff still gathered, it wasn't a private moment. And the respond was just as expected, Zek turning himself slightly toward the Lord at his back, finding the amber eyes returning to him, and indicating the doors back inside. To which Zek was heaving a small sigh, gathering up the skirts to step after the Lord, letting some sweep down again once they were back indoors, a move he'd learned more and more from Dalma and others, when they'd been horrified if he let the skirts drag too much. Somehow he wasn't sure how the return home would be like, and was still uncertain of the Lord, the man who was his husband, but dutifully he was following the other into the dining hall where the meal had been prepared.<br/><br/>Where the always awkward movement of the chair being pulled out for him to sit, just slightly behind the Lord in trying to arrange the skirts before he sat, a move he was still somewhat less than accustomed to. Why did women enjoy outfits like this anyway? The skirts just seemed like a tangle of fabrics sometimes, to trap ones legs and make moving a more complicated affair. The glass of water was the first thing he picked up, taking a sip of the cool liquid, one blue eye watching the Lord. The clearing of the throat, and he was lowering the glass back to the table, fingers lightly running over the glass, rather than look at the man beside him,"Certainly my Lord. Very quiet in your absence but I kept myself occupied." Soft words, simple and vague that everything had been well, before the same wife was slanting a glance at Rian,"I hope your travels were not too tiresome my Lord? And were all that you hoped for?" Part of him wanted to ask about why indeed he had been riding on a horse instead of the carriage, but Zek himself knew the freedom in riding, and could understand not wanting to be in the stuffy box of a carriage. Just the same he was trying to be careful what he might ask, to still figure out the Lord.