The morning sun had barely shined above the eastern districts of Dolan City when Neco and Tara slipped into Egon's guest chamber in the east wing.
The room smelled faintly of wine and last night's tension. Egon sat shirtless on the edge of the narrow bed, staring at the formal black tunic and silver-threaded vest laid out before him.
He looked up as the two maids entered, carrying trays of grooming supplies and a polished pair of boots.
Neco's cat ears flicked forward. She set the tray down with a dramatic sigh.
"Niyah, My lord looks like he's about to face execution instead of a wedding. Should we polish your courage too?"
Tara giggled behind her hand, bunny ears bouncing.
"He's nervous, Neco. Look at those hands. They're shaking."
Egon raised a brow. "I'm not shaking, you two. I'm just, contemplating my life choices."
Neco circled behind him and ran her fingers through his dark hair, tugging lightly.
