The woman directly at Dove's side goes a little pale. Obviously her direct advisor is a bit shocked by the decision, but she nods, addressing Zaveid directly. "I'm flattered that you find us so capable of planning your wedding within such a challenging time limit," she smiles, stern gray eyes shifting between him and Dove, then settling on one of the Demon court beside him. "I trust you'll allow the council of your own advisors in our preparations? I'm sure your own have traditions you'd like to uphold as well."

And she sure as hell isn't set on planning this alone.

Dove's more focused on the Looks and the shift in feeling in the room at the King's final point to protest having so little say in her own wedding. Amusement? Embarrassment? Irritation? She can't figure it out. "You.... don't have staff to 'wrap things up' in your absence, my Lord?" Her voice isn't nearly as commanding, but... surely with only two weeks of 'freedom' left, he doesn't entirely plan to spend it all on work. Isn't the political 'work' part of what will await them after said wedding?