Peleus looked a little smug, like he was a King again to have a gorgeous bride on his arm as a trophy. No other man in that room, in that city could dream to handle Thetis. Poseidon and Zeus himself could be in that room and he had a feeling she wouldn't even bat an eye in their direction.
"Let's just hope an Olympian doesn't try to steal you away." He'd given her a son. A son that legends often remembered over himself, and as awful as that relationship was right now Peleus would always be proud.