Beloved in Union

[holyterrain 173]

BELOVED IN UNION 

8th of the Sun's Smile, 1659

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The breath of sultry summer brushed past the chimes of the riverside homes, songs lifting into the village. The evening was cool, with clouds drawn in purple bruises across the sky. An amber amulet hung suspended over the horizon, shooting orange lances of light across the Holy See. As the sun slowly sunk beneath the hills, men and women in their rich dressage sauntered through the village. The highest hill of Judeburg was crowned with the banners of Rubens and royal blazon of Devereux. Towering over these standards, was the cross of Horen. Marine eyes lit by the smile of the setting sun, Emelie Frederika Devereux stood with her hands clasped. Her ivory dress stooped low to the mosaic floors, her hair spilling down her shoulders. The tresses of her gown shimmered in the sun, her countenance shining with a familiar pale hue. An excited anxiety danced behind her eyes, and yet she continued to smile.

 

Willam Rubens stood before his princess bride, his brown curls neatly trimmed and his face occupied with a cheerful grin. He collected his hands below his waist, drawing back his shoulders and releasing a short breath. The hill, crowned by the monuments of GOD, was the venue where the two youths would be wed. The floors were made of mosaic brick, a glowing heart that depicted the feats of Horen. Surrounding the central piece were the few guests of the wedding. Leila Rubens watched with a quiet smile as her brother wed her close friend. Flanking the woman was the Count of White Peak and his consort wife, their faces weary from the war and yet their eyes shone with a familiar passion. The pages of Judeburg peered curiously from their perches on the roofs, accompanied by nesting white doves and starlings. The ceremony was showered in an aurum screen from the sun, and the hosting priest made his shuffle forward.

 

The archbishop raised his palms and spilled the rites of the union. As he spoke, the ordermen crossed themselves in quiet reverie, beckoning the others to do the same. Emelie’s lips parted as she swore her vows, promising to uphold the truth and love of the marriage. William watched with a knowing love, reciting his pieces of loyalty and trust. As the bride and groom exchanged their emerald rings, the flock gathered offered small smiles. An organ played from somewhere at the bottom of the hill, and the chimes continued to sing their melodious songs.

 

“You may kiss the bride.”
 

As man and woman came together in a loving embrace, the people cheered. The riverside village, quaint enough, swelled that evening with familial cheer and love. The gates of the Lucienist keep were raised, and upon tall destriers the lord and his wife departed. Gently swaying in their saddles, fingers laced within one another, Emelie and William Rubens rode home. The summer sun fell beneath the horizon of wooded hills, and then came the pale face of the moon. Emelie smiled. A new age had come for them both.

[Dumbrarere 85]

Blue, perhaps the first Dark Elf nun in the canonist world, was happy to bear witness to such a marriage. "The wedding certainly brightened up my life... I feel much happier and at peace here amongst GOD than I did in the Dominion, following the so-called 'ancestors.'" she chided, a smile on her face.

 

In the Seven Skies above, Auralia smiled down at her friends as they were made wed before GOD.

[oblivionsbane 714]

"Awww" Kalina said, across character lines.

[Arhbi 181]

53 minutes ago, Semihilyus said:

"Interesting, A noblewoman marries with a peasant." says Giffourd.

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William is hard at work constructing his keep with the aid of his siblings and bannermen when a thought pops up in his head.

“Whew, I’m glad that I chose to vassalise under Count Eimar and not any of those pesky Curonites!”

[TankM1A2 840]

"We should've held a bachelor's party..." says a disappointed Carlovac.

[ThatGuy_777 220]

A passing druid with a swollen and bruised face tosses pink, sky-blue, and orange petals into the air. Letting steady winds shower the happy new couple in color as they went.

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

7 hours ago, Semihilyus said:

"Interesting, A noblewoman marries with a peasant." says Giffourd.

Nicolas Rubens would hear about the marriage having been concluded, and stashed the letter away with a bright smile. If he had heard what Giffourd had to say, however, he would probably have wondered if the man was imagining himself marrying the princess, instead of his son. 

He felt it was time to go home, and thus, he packed up, and made off towards the nearest port, booking himself a ship homewards to reunite himself with his family.

[osumanduas 1442]

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