At the unspoken command of Xerxes, two guards had opened the large doors that had until that point held back the celebrations of Iran. As the two had entered the room a hush had fallen over the already large crowd that had gathered and a path had been created for them between the throngs of people all wanting to see the new Queen. All eyes watched the King and Queen enter and take their seats at the head of the room, curiosity, happiness, and even a few jealous glances made there way to the couple as the citizens appeared to approve of their Queen or envy her. Slowly the crowd began to unfreeze and people started to mingle once more, accepting drink and food from passing servants as they weaved between the guests. Before long, music had begun to play from a group situated somewhere in the area, along with a seemingly never ending line of servants bringing food and taking away dishes to be filled once more. The people either danced in the center of the room in a variety of different styles, while others chose to attack the long tables of food that never seemed to deplete.<br/><br/>Xerxes was pleased to see that his attendants had indeed been well prepared for this night. Weeks prior things had been on the verge of getting ready; food had been imported and kept until the special day, decoration had been seen to by a few of the ladies who had attended Nefertari earlier with her dress and accessories. The King smiled as a few young ladies gave their respects, eyes lingering on the King before fluttering to the Queen; his eyes too found their way to her. He watched as Nefertari took in the sight of a kingdom getting the chance to meet the new Queen; some of the men being so bold as to blow kisses to her; this behavior was ended by a stern look from Xerxes.<br/><br/>The night grew long and people soon began to trickle out as they were either forcefully dragged out my the guards or left on their own. Within a few hours of merry making by the citizens of Iran, the room had begun to take on the appearance of a war zone. Tables and chairs had been pushed out of the way of giddy dancers making room for more elaborate dances and festivities, food and drink had been spilled on the floor, and one or two had even had the nerve to get sick! Xerxes stood, summoning a passing servant boy. "I want this place cleaned immediately and the palace set as off limits until the morn." The King did not want drunken men gallivanting throughout the grounds. The King watched the young attendant run off to deliver the orders to another of higher rank before he turned to his Queen. "It is late, you have much to do tomorrow. Learning to rule an empire." Xerxes smiled at the last part, thinking about how it would be to have someone ruling beside him rather then opposing him for a change. He offered his arm to Nefertari to help her rise, intending to escort her to the bed chambers.