"I'm sure my mother will be much friendlier once vows are exchanged and she can quit worrying about me impregnating you out of wedlock." His words were dry as he looked around the cathedral. "You would think there would be relief more than anything that the match is successful, but I'm learned that logic isn't always the go-to emotion for most people."
He looked at her in her lovely dress, tracing his index finger along the lace on her arm. "For tomorrow we can be whomever we need to be for this to be what both of our families want. After that, our lives are our own and they can all go to hell." Rodolphus could afford his mother this one small indulgence, but it would come at a price. They would be lucky if he ever made it a point to come visit for any reason.
Running and not looking back was more than tempting, but he had seen Cissa, her cat like eyes trained on them constantly as if she were a keeper of sorts. His brother was doing much the same ,but rather than having a guarded expression, he looked a bit nervous. Rabastan didn't want Rodolphus to end up in trouble on this the day of all days. Rodolphus mentally sighed, wishing he could find something to set on fire and be done with it.
"Tonight. Our home," Rodolphus told her curtly. "You should wear...this. I like it." It was nothing like her usual attire. Perhaps he would simply pretend she was a woman he met on the street.
Rodolphus was getting excited just thinking about it.