Road To The Crown 98 Old, Wedding Tradition

15th April 1574

In any other wedding, the number of different dishes that the kitchen would prepare would be used to gauge the wealth and prestige of the house hosting the festivities, yet with the addition of the spice of my system production, I simply decided to drop this tradition and focus on creating the best form of an outdoor feast.

A grill!

Famed as the best way to spend time with friends and family in modern times, it had various reasons behind its popularity. From how the smell would incite everyone to eagerly wait for each piece of meat that would be served hot and fresh, through the antic.i.p.ation of looking how the food was slowly preparing itself while rotating above the fire, all the way to the chance for everyone to prepare their meal in the way they wanted!

At first, everyone drank their beers, already poured in the cups by the crowd of servants running around the curvature of the tables. To make the most of this occasion, the first round of drinks was fully focused on my premium drink, with even the lowest and poorest guest allowed to have a full cup of it.

By the time the cups turned empty, the tables were already filling with the steaming meat, only now taken down from the various forms of grills. While the tables around my position were catered to with the utmost care with all sorts of meats served at once for everyone to pick what they wanted, even the furthest place from me on this long table was allowed to pick between at least two different kinds of meat.

But only the savages would settle on one kind of meal alone during the grill! While it took me quite a bit of effort to either buy or rob clean most of the herbal gardens in the entire province, as soon as the first hunger of my guests was sated, the tables were filled by my servants with all sorts of dishes. Considering the insane number of possible ways to prepare a single vegetable, this time the meals were distributed randomly, as the atmosphere of the feast was slowly but steadily turning less and less official.

"This beer… Where did you get it from?"

As soon as most of the people fully focused on eating all sorts of delicacies prepared in the kitchen right in front of their eyes, Jan Bone finally leaned towards me, asking one of the most important questions that could be asked at the event.

"Sir, just like I claimed before, this beer is produced in my private, Tarnowian brewery. While filling everyone's cups took most of what I was capable of procuring for today, fear not, there are still two or three more barrels prepared for the more distinct guests!"

If I were to just give everyone a taste and then suddenly drop the matter, rather than making everyone reminiscent it with joy, there was a huge chance most of them would believe I was unable to produce any reasonable quant.i.ty of it, sabotaging my own idea of trading it across the entire country.

"That's good to hear… I will be frank with you… I don't think even the royal meads stand a chance at competing with it!"

Raising his cup, the governor invited me for a drink, intentionally or not, subjecting me to yet another Elia's prank, when she once again held the cup near my mouth for a bit longer for my comfort. But this time, I used the fact that I was the first one to wet my lips, paying her back in the same manner!

But in spite of my eagerness to see her fight for her breath as she would be overwhelmed by the amount of beer that I would pour to her throat, she eagerly accepted it all, allowing the drink to simply flow down her throat for as long as I held it at the proper angle, forcing me to stop it when I realised that at this rate, the both of us would have to vacate our own ceremony due to getting dead drunk!

"Hahaha! This wife of yours is really something! With such backing, you won't need to fear any of your future rivals!"

Seeing this small interaction between the two of us, rather than speaking business as I hoped he would, the governor simply burst out laughing, taking a long moment to calm down. But just as I thought his burst of happiness would die off and allow of us to speak about important matters, his joyful outburst infected people around him, swiftly making everyone around and then the entire crowd around the table join in the fun.

"So-ur! So-ur! So-ur!"

To be honest, when I heard this shouts starting and taking the entire crowd by the storm, I realised that this stupid, wedding tradition wasn't born in the later ages as I expected, but was present in my current times already!

Born from the simple fact that booze was naturally sour, everyone would encourage the newlyweds to sweeten it up with a kiss, yet in our case - all we drank was a G.o.d-d.a.m.ned bear rather than the booze!

Yet there was no denying the crowd wishes. With even the servants joining in on the fun as the entire surroundings uniformly filled with this simple shout, I had no other choice than to lean over Elia, and once again connect our lips.

While at first, I did it for the sake of finally silencing those simple people and turning back to important matters that I wanted to discuss with the governor when my pranky wife forced her tongue inside my mouth and even pushed her entire body forward placing her above me as she rested her entire self on top of my upper body, all the useless stuff regarding the stupid stuff like the future of my lands and the prosperity of the country simply vanished from my head, now fully immersed in the sweet taste of my wife's lips.

As her tongue continued to swirl around my mouth, I couldn't stop myself from paying her back on my own, pus.h.i.+ng her back in her place to the point where her back rested on the side of the table. Disregarding the fact that everyone around was cheering on us with their eyes glued to me and my wife, I ignored Elia's attempt to stop and catch the breath until I was fully satisfied!

"Aaaah!"

When I finally gave up on teasing her and pulled myself away, Elia took her sweet time gasping for air with her sight already gone from this world before her pupils once again focused on my eyes while she lasciviously licked her lips clean, never breaking our eye contact. Feeling that if this situation continued I wouldn't be able to hold myself back, I forced myself to stand up, raise the crystalline cup of ours and turn to the now-silent crowd, tired from all the cheering they did.

"Everyone! I think we all had enough of this stupid formal approach to this joyful day! Since you all saw that both I and my wife needs some time to… rest a bit, how about we all tear this stupid table apart, and enjoy ourselves to the fullest! Musicians! It's time for your slacking to end!"