Where: Sitting room in Malfoy Manor
When: Post-ceremony, pre-reception
Who: Narcissa @nrcissasblack
Adjusting his cufflinks, Lucius entered the sitting room outside the main ballroom. With the binding ceremony already officiated, and hundreds of guests situated on the other side of the wall, all that was left to do was for them to celebrate. Unable to hide the seemingly permanent grin on his face, he spotted Narcissa on the other side of the room, near the door they'd cross over once it was time for them to be announced.
"Mrs. Malfoy," he teased, powerless to help himself. As if subconsciously, he adjusted his boutonniere, naturally made out white narcissus, and strode toward his wife. "Apologies for keeping you waiting, love." Reaching out a gloved hand, he closed it around her own, lifting the back of her hand lightly to his lips. "You can blame my father for the last minute wedding paperwork." His eyebrows raised lazily. "I told him that signing it tomorrow wouldn't be the end of the world, but..." he trailed off, eyes searching his bride's face.
She was a stunning bride, as he knew she would be, and he felt nothing but adoration in that moment. Potentially some pride, sure, but he was genuinely happy for the first time in many years. It seemed like the world had dangled the possibility of their union in their faces for years now. Whether it was either of their parents, Narcissa's sisters, or the events of war, obstacles seemed keen on halting them. They'd made it to this day, though, despite the hectic path they had to travel. "Funny that we've had no time alone today. I hope you know how unbelievably beautiful you are." He heard his words come out a lot less smoother than he'd expected, and it was likely the wide smile on his mouth to blame. "You are the perfect bride," he mumbled lowly, lowering his head toward her, eyes alight.