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Decker stood at the window of his study. He was dressed in a lovely white tuxedo with a pale pink dress shirt underneath. He watched his brides standing in a row with his hands behind his back. His Domestic, Daniels dusted his shoulders. "Is it strange that I am nervous, Daniels?" Decker asked. He trusted Daniels, he was like a father to him. His father had been a power hungry drunk who'd beat his wives. Decker sword he'd never be like that. "It is your Wedding Day, Sir." Daniels replied. His voice shaky from old age. "I suppose. I just wonder if they'll like me? I fear that they may think me a tryant like my father" He said turning to Daniels. His blue-green eyes filled with worry. "They will learn to love you and you will learn to love them." Daniels said knocking a few sandy blonde locks from Decker's face. "They will never think you're anything like your father." He assured him, handing him a small bouquet of roses. One for each of his wives. Decker smiled and a dimple appeared on his left cheek. "You look handsome, Sir." He said with a shaky smile and opened the door for him. Decker straighten his back and held up his head. He was glad today was a cool day. He would be sweating buckets right now if it weren't. He waited at a the head of the table, smoothing his thumb over one of the rose petals. He saw one and smiled up at her. She was beautiful, he felt she may be even more so without that ghastly make up they put on her. He was bare it for now. What concerned him where her eyes. For where he stood they looked sad. He hoped not. If it were true, he'd do everything in his power to make them happy.