Asher wandered for a bit before giving up, someone would find her for the consummation at some point. Shuddering Asher was nervous, he was supposed to bed her with everyone watching. It had always been a rather weird thing to think about when of age to marry, but luckily or actually unluckily to wars has stopped him from experiencing it until now. And now... He was King. He sighed, and put a hand to his brow, the crown almost falling off from the movement. From behind him a chuckle can be heard and Asher turns around to see a medium build man standing with sword on hip, golden cloak on his shoulders. "Oh, greetings Bastian, is something funny?" 

The Kingsguard just shook his head and pointed to a blur of motion, gold flashing then disappearing into a crowd. "It seems your new wife is afraid of you"

Asher frowned and shrugged. "I'm a bit scared of her to... I don't think I can do this." He gulped and looked over at his friend and companion who narrowed his eyes.

"Of course you can do this, I mean I would spring for a chance at this! She's gorgeous!" 

Asher sighed again, "I mean the whole King thing, I mean everyone is expecting me to be so good! What if i'm not?"