It was by this time that Prince Adam Grégoire arrived albeit separately from his bride. He hated how these distractions from her came at the worst times on days where he promised not to be gone from her side this time. He was dressed proper for the occasion save for a saber attached to his belt which hung by the left hip. He walked on inside escorted by a servant to the parlor and began exploring figuring to at least find his wife and try his best to prostrate himself before her and beseech her forgiveness in being late for this important event. He knew damn well how much this meant to her and whilst the letter was dragged him away he was determined not to let it plague his mind. Not tonight at least. He had been putting her second in life in favor of trying to protect their way of life for a bit too much and he could sense how it hurt her. He might not know how badly it had gotten however but that didn't stop him from showing up.