MUFTYA I HAES ROSIUS AG HAES BARUCH

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MUFTYA I HAES ROSIUS AG HAES BARUCH

1991 A.S.T | 545 E.S.

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The first carriage to arrive at the Baruch estate in the Haeseni countryside was that of the bride's family, a gauche red pumpkin-shaped carriage with golden roses that wobbled all the way to the estate. Inside, it carried the bride and her immediate family – Isabeau-Karine, Louis-Caspian, Albert-Gouliélmos, Raoul, Désirée-Praxede, and Raphael-Simon – all donned in various shades of reds and oranges. Louis stepped out first, followed by Albert, Raoul, then Raphael, then Désirée, and finally, the bride herself. A second, more simple carriage followed shortly thereafter with servants of varying heights and sizes. They seemed to multiply by the minute. Isabeau, Désirée, and Louis scurried off into the estate, followed by a few aforementioned servants – the most noticeable was a blonde woman of about 300 pounds and five-foot stature.

 

The next few carriages to arrive were that of the family and friends of both parties. A rather awkward amount of Aaunic ladies and lords arrived at the winter estate. All of them flocked into the foreign chapel, their gaudy carriages parked in hoards. A few distant Basridi cousins arrived too, arriving in a rather lavish carriage with purple and dark gold detailing. To the Haeseni invited, it may have seemed the entirety of Aaun and then some was invited. Additionally, it seemed that the two most important guests – the parents of the bride – were not invited. Chatter and gossip bounced off the walls of the chapel, the Aaunic ladies rubbed their hands together and slipped white satin gloves onto their hands. The chapel was rather modest, it was simple with high ceilings, clean, glossy floors and a respectable amount of color. Baruch’s and Haeseni on one side, Rosius and Aaunites on the other. It seemed the two groupings mostly kept to themselves, daring not to speak with the other side.

 

A sudden halt of gossip came, almost as if the wedding guests were a hivemind. The priest coughed, clearing his throat. Almost ape-like, he aggressively pounded his chest with his right fist. Désirée joined her siblings in the front left aisle, and Ruslan stood at the altar, his lips flattened into a nervous smile. It seemed that the Rosius woman was taking her time getting ready. Suddenly, the pianist began playing a light, melodic tune that seemed to conquer the attention of the guests. Shortly thereafter, a young woman, presumably Isabeau-Karine, traipsed out into the chapel - accompanied by her brother, Louis-Caspian. She wore a linen sarafan, blood-red, with embroidered green roses. On her head was a kokoshnik which matched the color of her dress. A white, translucent veil was pinned to the top of the kokoshnik. Isabeau floated down the aisle, Louis trailing shortly after her until the two came to a rather harsh stop at the foot of the altar.

 

Isabeau lifted the front veil, offered a somewhat solemn, somewhat happy nod to Louis, who then scuffled off into the front left pew. Isabeau grabbed her skirts, lifting them, and took her place across from Ruslan. A rather awkward, shaky smile grew on Isabeau’s tanned countenance. Throughout the ceremony, she glanced clumsily towards the crowd – who seemed to be growing bored by the minute. It seemed, to her, as if half the world was there. 

 

As the priest recited the mandatory wedding speech, it became rather apparent to Isabeau how stupid she must look. She was not used to the heaviness of a kokoshnik, nor did it help that it was adorned with jewels and flowers and whatnot. Additionally, Isabeau was infamous for her lack of emotional awareness. She stared at Ruslan, his face seemed happy - there was a grin on his face which produced little wrinkles of flesh under his eyes, and his eyes seemed to sparkle in the chapel light - but she wondered if he was truly happy to be here. She knew what led to this. The death of Maira – or was it Moira? Did her name even begin with an M? Nonetheless, she didn’t really care about Maira or Moira or Maria or whatever her name was. Isabeau gracelessly glanced at her sister, Désirée, who had returned from her travels just for this occasion. Désirée offered Isabeau two thumbs up and a wide, luminescent smile, which seemed to make the dimly lit chapel somewhat brighter.

 

The priest ended his oration, and the two exchanged vows, followed by the exchange of rings – finishing off with a simple peck. The ceremony was unimportant to the guests, both Isabeau and Ruslan knew. Everything, no matter where you are, is political. Life is political. Death is political. Marriage is political. Isabeau especially knew this all too well. Polite applause came from the guests, and the two newlyweds shuffled off into the estate, followed by each of their families. A dinner was to be held in honor of the wedding - and for both families to get to know each other.

 

The two were married.

 

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mostly a narrative post about the wedding b/c i hate wedding rp #LOL!

 

[DahStalker 3692]

Dame Yvaine gawked at the heartlander who wandered the Valdev capital now, as whispers of the newfound Baruch-consort spread quick. Behind her helmet she’d occasionally take in the woman’s appearance, and with the afforded secrecy of her visor - she frowned.