It was true time was precious to humans, similar to how their appearance was. This was a wedding, already a revered event but not just that, this was an entirely untraditional wedding. Two princes getting married was unheard of and a human and catfolk? That was even less heard of. It was supposed to be a semblance of peace between the two kingdoms but the two had a little war of their own going on. Since their betrothment, they'd been sparring each other every time they met. Either that or they were vocally fighting. It certainly wasn't what either of their traditional relationships was supposed to be like. Nevertheless, the marriage was going to happen in just a few hours and it would be highly publicised, meaning Laurence had to look his best. As far as he was concerned, he was becoming fashionably late and wasn't nervous one bit.<br/><br/>While Ironsky went to get the wine, Laurence finally decided to show his face. His entrance was grand as always, throwing both doors open and letting someone else close them behind himself. He looked like he had a stick up his ass, as always but his clothes were much grander (if that were even possible.) He was dressed in a ridiculous amount of layers mostly a deep navy blue and gold accents. His hair was more done up than usual, swept to the side a little and gelled up. If you looked closely, you might even be able to tell there was a little bit of paint on his face. His bright blue eyes stood out a little more and his lips were slightly pinker and his skin shimmered in the light. If Alaric didn't hate his guts, he might have been able to actually appreciate his beauty.<br/><br/>Laurence took a seat across from his husband and crossed his arms. "Redhard." He nodded his head at him. "Are you excited for the wedding?" He looked down at his nails, clearly completely uninterested. Both of them could agree on one thing: they didn't want to be getting married. In the best possible life, they wouldn't have even ever met. As far as Laurence was concerned, he could run the kingdom fine when he had to and catfolk were scum anyway. He was just waiting for Alaric to turn on him and decide he wanted to rule everything. Not only were they entirely untrustworthy, their marriage traditions were stupid. Laurence was avoiding thinking about that, however, as humans weren't much better. He would happily sit here forever if it meant not having to, shudder, consummate the marriage. It showed on Laurence's face what he was thinking about, he was clearly disgusted. It was one fault of the perfect prince's, he couldn't hide anything or tell lies. Something he expected Alaric to use to his advantage.