I'm still breathing

Lucien hadn’t thought much about the game as a child, growing up he’d always cared more about his studies than the game, but having his family murdered by the LaRues definitely snapped him out of any illusions that one could simply choose not to play. He definitely didn’t choose Maeve to be his wife based on her fighting skills, but the fact she had skills and could handle her own in a cutthroat world, was definitely an advantage.

He chuckled at her jest, appreciating her wit and the ease with which she navigated the complexities of their world. Well, it seems I've found the perfect partner for this dance, haven't I? he mused, raising his glass in a silent toast to their shared understanding and resilience. As to the comments about Rene and Claude, eh chuckled and then added.

Well it’s settled, hopefully we can catch them before they leave the wedding, if not we’ll just send them each a message. He was clearly tired, between the planning and executing of the wedding, there had been a lot of details to attend to. He did his best to not let his tired show, but it was growing more and more difficult.