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Eustace had expected nothing less from Henry Tudor than a ceremony and feast that spoke of splendor, wealth and pride but he was quite pleasantly surprised that the entire affair thus far had been quite elegant, as well. Attired in proper formal wear (it was quite refreshing, having to wear so many fewer layers), he had very much enjoyed the ceremony and was eager to celebrate the happy couple at the reception.
Truth be told, however, Eustace had more often than he'd expected found his eyes leaving the bride and groom to gaze upon his-- considering they had gone out, he supposed he could at least call her a ladyfriend-- Mary, whose beauty this occasion took his breath away. He sought her out after making his pleasantries with Henry and approached Mary smiling widely. "You are a vision," he said without preamble.