The Renewal of Vows Ceremony

[Arkelos 1027]

The day began like any other. Kyral dressing in her clothing as the maids began cooking the expensive foods for the feast afterwards, James and Kyral embracing each other as they prepared separately for their ceremony.

Kyral wore a silver dress, with a golden trim, something bid enough to cover her pregnant belly as it's shining silver sparkled around her. Before she could look at her dress, she grabbed her head in pain, grumbling as she felt sick to her stomach. Something was wrong, yet she would not give into the sickness, today was her day.

The people of Oren, and all invited guests slowly began to make their preparations as Kyral and her personal Royal Guards, adorned in the colors of Red Black and white, puffy pantaloons and a puffed up dress shirt with the most regal golden trimming, sheathed blades at their side as they stood ready, stopping any and all who entered with armor or weaponry.

Kyral sent off her letters to her close friends and her Clerical teacher, hoping that they would make it in time as more and more people filled the seats of the Solace Cathedral

The music began to play as the herald inside softly announced

"The Imperial King James of House Horen-Hightower"

[Agnub 605]

King James entered the cathedral in fine court finery and walked down the aisle, passing guests and friends. He stood in front of the altar and awaited the High Pontiff to begin the service.

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

High Pontiff Adedodatus the First enters the cathedral in fine robes. He grumbles quietly to himself as he makes his way to the alter. At the alter he takes out a heavy book from his robes and places it on the alter with a small grunt. He turned a few pages in the book and found what he wanted. He clears his throat and looks around, waiting for the seats to fill before starting.

[Arkelos 1027]

When James made it to the Aisle, The music continued to play as the herald inside softly announced.

"The Imperial Queen Kyral of House Horen-Hightower"

The queen slowly walked down the aisle as she walked slowly, stopping at every other two pews as she stepped foward in the dress made by her Granddaughter Ryder, wearing a white-silver laced dress adorned with golden trimming as the veil of flowers and thin see through cloth covered her forehead, holding a bouquet of white lilies as she made it towards the front of the altar, awaiting the High Pontiff to begin the service. Stomach still twisting in knots.

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

High Pontiff Adeodatus the First coughs and clears his throat. He looks around and shrugs.

"Dearly beloved, we have come together in the presence of The Creator to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in this renewal of the vows. Marriage signifies to us the mystery of the union between Horen and The True Faith and to renew such only strengthens our relationship with The Creator and Horen."

"Imperial Queen Kyral, please repeat after me. I, Imperial Queen Kyral Horen-Hightower , take you, Imperial King James Horen-Hightower, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

He waits for High Queen Kyral to respond

[Braxis 813]

Uthor walks into the Church behind Boiendl listening to him Grumble and a slight chuckle escapes before he goes and sits down in attendance to the wedding. He watches as pepole enter moving around in his seat uncomfortable in his Noble clothing wishing to be in his plate and mail again.

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The Clerical Prophet slowly makes his journey to Solace. He looks up to the sky as he continues making it to the gates and shouting at the guards to allow him in. Once the gates are open he enters making his way into the Church. He looks around the area scanning for members of his Old House, Silverblade, Clerical Order members and old friends. He looks around seeing several of them and sighs remebering the past. He sits in the corner a pillar of light from the window hits him his Silver armor shinning in the sunlight. Showing off aniecent Carvings of the Clerical Order, and of House Silverblade. Setting his Warstaff to his side as he waits for the ceramonies to began.

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral holds James' hand, looking at him in the face, smiling brightly as she says

"I, Imperial Queen Kyral Horen-Hightower , take you, Imperial King James Horen-Hightower, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

Kyral smiles, holding his hand as the lower part of her eyes brim with tears, looking back at the High pontiff, the pregnancy overtaking her emotions.

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

High Pontiff Adeodatus the First nods and looks over at King James Horen-Hightower.

"Imperial King James Horen-Hightower, please repeat after me. I, Imperial King James Hightower , take you, Imperial Queen Kyral Horen-Hightower, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

[Agnub 605]

King James smiles at his wife and then repeats the High Pontiff.

"I, Imperial King James Hightower, take you, Imperial Queen Kyral Hightower, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

He Nods to King James and quickly clears his throat before speaking once more.

"The union of husband and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended by God for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity; and, when it is The Creator's will, for the procreation of children and their nurture in the knowledge and love of Horen. Therefore, marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by The Creator."

"Imperial Queen Kyral will you have this man to be you husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage ? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral looks James dead in the eye, smiling as she nods, tears falling from her face as she stutters.

"I-I do. With all my heart, I do."

Kyral smiles, holding James' hand as she continues to look James dead in the eye, holding back her pained expression.

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

He looks at the crying and shrugs before continuing.

"Imperial King James Horen-Hightower will you have this woman to be you wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage ? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"

He waits quietly for his response

[Agnub 605]

King James, being a man, does not cry and therefore looked his wife in the eyes and said clearly.

"I do."

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

High Pontiff Adeodatus the First nods and smiles happily

"With the power invested in me, from the Blessed Creator, Horen and the Imperial Emperor, I now pronounce you, once more, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

He smiles happily and closes the holy texts.

[Shelby ! 21]

Days were always busy for Abigail, although today was an exception. It was insane. As soon as her feet hit the floor in the morning she was throwing on her maid outfit and making sure everything was perfect. If it wasn't? Abigail would probably be punished pretty severely. Ever since she had allowed for Kyral's daughter to get injured, she had fallen into out of the Queen's favor. Abby was lost if she was not being favored, therefore she had worked herself near death trying to keep things running. The floors had been scrubbed the day before, everything dusted for perfection, and all beds made to perfection (especially Kyral's).

As soon as Kyral had been fitted in her dress properly, the flamed haired maid was able to think about herself. Bare feet hit the floor as she sprinted down the steps and slide across the wood flooring. Skittering into her bedroom, she practically tore off her dress. It was itchy and uncomfortable anyway. Abigail hated uniforms. Instead, she went through her closet until she found one of the dresses she used to go to dances in with her family. Light spring green, trimmed with a darker green along the sleeve and skirt. The skirt was layered, although short enough to show her ankles (-gasp scandelous gasp-). She had to be able to be ready for anything. Her dress was nothing compared to most royal women's attire.

Her red hair was curled softly around her shoulders, grown out slightly since she had chopped her hair off from awhile back. Face powdered, black bow in the back of her hair, and house spotless, she was able to leave and watch the ceremony. Abby left the house confident that she would return without a problem. And so the young woman placed herself among the viewers in a pew, praying no one scolded her for coming. Especially since Ryder had told her that she ought to look like a maid.