It had been two weeks, two days, twenty-three hours, and almost... thirty minutes exactly when he had officially become married to Aurora. The very idea that he was now eternally bound and connected to the woman he loved still set his heart to racing and the Hellhound could barely draw a breath as his eyes wandered over the page of the book he held in his hands. Unconsciously, his thumb stroked the underside of the yellow-gold tree bark ring encircling the ring finger of his left hand. It was in the color of Aurora's Court and therefore went mostly unnoticed by those that did not know him well, those that did comment on the hound's sudden use of accessories was merely informed that the ring had been a birthday gift from Her Royal Highness. Given his devotion to Aurora, no one would question the reason why he wore the gift.
The wedding itself had been a very small and very quiet affair officiated by Flynnwood, witnessed by his sister along with another trustworthy Fae. A hint of a smile ghosted his lips as he recalled that despite the simplicity of their attire, Morgan couldn't remember when the princess had looked more beautiful or happier. The real celebration took place later that evening under the guise of his birthday party thrown by Aurora. Many had been invited and all made merry and mischief. As the entirely human phrase went, it was the most memorable happiest birthday he'd had in centuries, so when he heard the clicking of a camera, the Hellhound playfully heaved a sigh, shut the book in his heads to return it to the shelf as he joked to the photographer.
"Aurora, is this really the pla—" When his full attention and gaze landed on the unfamiliar form of Jaladhi, his lighthearted expression fell, returning to it's usual blank mask. After a moment's pause that he used to study the woman, and realizing with mild apprehension that the photographer was a vampire, he murmured the obvious, "... Not Aurora." He then bowed slightly as his way of apologizing and added, "Madam," before he started to back away. No way was he turning his back on the undead in such close quarters. Morgan quite liked his blood to remain pumping through his veins, thank you very much.