As he sits on his throne, his mind starts to wander in the waiting. Had he been cruel to make her forsake this last night? It's not so much that he regrets getting to bed sooner rather than later; he just doesn't want her to feel like he doesn't value the parts of her that she was before she was his Wife. Hopefully, he can make it up to her today.

Sweeney's only received the vaguest of notes on what's to be expected, and honestly, he isn't sure that things weren't lost in translation at some points. Nevertheless, here he sits, his garments a bit different from the night before; still much in the local fashion, but he's tried to put in some details and colors to pay homage to her people. They're a little bit looser, both for the presumable undressing at some point, and on the off-chance that he does end up having to dance. He'd like as little encumbrance as possible while he tries to stumble his way through both.