Drusus himself had had little to do with the actual wedding planning, but his grandfather and stepmother had and they both carried back tales of Tamia’s bridezilla episodes which left the young lord glad that the Constantin family was paying for the lavish affair. The only real input he’d given to the event was to veto a few of the more outlandish ideas and to insist on his wardrobe.

The sorcerer didn’t do white and was instead dressed in a black suit with a dark green waist coat. A matching green ribbon was used to tie his hair back. He smirked when he noticed Tamia’s blush, gray eyes amused as he listened to the old priest droned on. When prompted he held out a hand so the priest could bind his and Tamia’s hands together with the enchanted ribbon; the priest’s spell would be the first step to allowing the Grimshaw magic to accept the man.

The ring Drusus slipped on the raven-haired youth was the next and he amused himself by imagining what Tamia’s reactions to the enchantments on the silver and emerald band would be.

Tamia stood still throughout the ceremony saying, "I do," when appropriate, but otherwise not fighting anything. He was in awe at this moment, all the things that were happening, as well as how nice Drusus looked in front of him. Blushing a little, he let his hand be tied to his lover, feeling magic energy flow through him, accepting him. Despite Tamia having no magical spark of his own, he had been around sorcerers and magic-users his entire life and he knew the familiar feel of magic on him. He then gently placed his own ring on Drusus's finger, before having one placed on his own.

He felt a strange magically energy coming off it, one that he couldn't identify. Unsure what to think, he focused his attention more on Drusus, waiting for the next part of the magical ceremony.

Drusus found himself terribly amused by how much his mere presence was causing Tamia to blush and allowed himself to briefly imagine how red the man would be tonight before focusing on the ceremony. He accepted Tamia’s ring, glad that it wasn’t too outlandish (he had seen some of the raven-haired man’s ideas). The confusion that washed over Tamia’s face at the ring actually impressed Drusus – it seemed his betrothed could sense magic; that would be useful, he had been worried.

He took Tamia’s bond hand in his own – it was much less awkward to walk that way – and led him after the priest to the status of Hera. Kneeling before the goddess, he poured out a libation of wine as he recited the traditional prayer for a lasting union before passing Tamia the chalice; silently prompting him to say his part.

The important parts of the rite finished, the young lord let the priest lead them back to front of the room to receive a final blessing and be announce married before their family and guests. He obligingly leaned down to capture Tamia’s lips in a quick kiss when someone in the crowd demanded it (probably his cousin).

And then, he led his new husband out to the waiting car.

As he was led to the statue to the god Hera, Tamia got on his knees and recited his part, perfectly by memory with no delay. He had studied for this part almost his entire life, and he had read more than enough romance novels to know how it worked. He then stood and followed his husband to the altar again, before blushing as he was kissed.

The kiss had felt different, almost magical in a way, even if it was so short lived. Then again, he supposed that the two would likely work on it more when they were alone. Despite just meeting him, Tamia already got the impression that Drusus didn't like to do anything romantic or emotional in front of a crowd. When the ceremony was finally done, he followed him to the car to head to the reception. As Tamia climbed in and they were finally alone, Tamia turned and just stared at Drusus, unsure what to say.

Finally feeling that he should say something, he said, "Well it finally happened. We're married. Has it hit you yet? It hasn't hit me," He rambled, blushing a little from his words.

Drusus leaned back in the car seat as the driver started off. The back seat was roomier than a normal car would be thanks to some complicated spell work and the driver was separated from them by a barrier that had been spelled silent; even the windows were shaded to create what was basically a small private room on wheels.

The sorcerer was silent as he let Tamia stare at him and work up the nerve to say something in what would be their first private conversation. While he waited, he removed his suit coat and worked off the emerald tie, loosening his collar as he did by unbuttoning the top two buttons.

He was curious as to how red he could make Tamia.

He chuckled at the younger man’s rambling, “Yes, darling, it has hit me.”

Tamia's face went a little red when Drusus unbuttoned the top bottoms, exposing a few of the hairs on his chest. They had a bit of time until they got to the reception, so now would be the chance for them to really get to know each other. If only Tamia could stop blushing and staring so he could actually speak.

Biting his lip, he said, "So, Drusus, now that we're together, did you pick a place for our honeymoon? You said to leave it up to you right, I hope you picked someplace nice. You know I always wanted to see the world." Tamia then began to undue his own tie, setting it next to him. Tamia was a lot more slender and curvy than Drusus, and you see this reflected now in his sitting.

Tamia then blushed some, and he had to ask, "So, um Drusus, there was something I've been wondering since we met, but it hasn't really been appropriate to ask until now. How do you feel about sex? Obviously since we're married we'll likely do it at least once during our honeymoon, but are you ok with it? I know some magic-users dislike it, finding it breaks their concentration and all, but you seem a little different."

“After seeing the bill you were racking up for the wedding I decided not to risk letting you plan anything else.” Drusus replied, watching Tamia remove his tie with interest. Granted, he didn’t really care about the plan provided his in-laws were the ones footing it, but he had already decided that he was going to be keeping a close watch on the Grimshaw money. “We’re going to Florence; my mother has a summer house there we can stay in.”

He snorted when Tamia claimed that some magic-users didn’t like sex, “Is that what your grandfather told you? Odd, no one at my university felt that way. Granted, I never tried to have sex and perform ritual magic at the same time; unless of course the ritual called for that.”

Tantra magic, after all, had been the topic of his roommate’s thesis and he had been perfectly willing to help a friend out.

Tamia smiled at the idea of going to Florence, grinning happily. "How are we getting there," He asked excited at the prospect of it. "Are we going to fly," he asked hopefully, having never really been in the air. He was already feeling better about this wedding, and after hearing Drusus's snort at his question, his smile only grew.

"You, you mean it," He asked hopefully. "Because I have something to confess. I didn't want to say it in front of my grandparents, but I've actually been reading a lot about sex, and all the different positions, and things people do in it and before it. You know, foreplay and all that. If your up to it, I'd love to try some things, maybe spankings, or rimjobs, or blowjobs, or maybe even something darker." He then paused, and blushing some, admitted, "I'm still a virgin, dang family were holding my virginity hostage so that my lover would get the fun of taking it from me on my wedding night, but I know a lot more than they probably think I do."