It was a cold morning, that of Friday, the 8th of March, 307. The sun had not yet risen, moon only just descending upon the horizon, light obscured by the clouds. It was perhaps, fitting, that Miriam Delmotte had already awoken and began her business. If she was to shine brighter than the sun that day, she'd best act the part.
It was by some higher power's grace that her dress had been finished in time. The lace alone had taken months to import from Ithania, due to some mishaps with the shipping. Finally, the dress of what might very well be considered the most important day of her life was before her. Tangible at last. The gown itself was crafted from a rich satin, sturdy enough to support the trumpet shape of the gown. A nearly transparent layer of fabric covered the satin, decorated with flowers handcrafted from a white lace. At the center of each of these flowers sat a small pearl, brought to a shine within the light. These blossoms formed a trail from the hem of her gown to her waist, gently tapering off in number as they rose. Shortly thereafter, a multitude of servants aided the Lady into her gown, layers upon layers beneath it. Another layer yet, this time of makeup, was laden upon her face. Her brunette locks were then harnessed upwards into a snood, a single tress left to hang down, framing her face.
Jocelyn von Duerr, similarly, had already arisen as the sun began its steady climb into the sky. It took him a fair amount of time to tame his unruly locks, choosing to tie them back with a piece of ribbon. Forgoing his typical work uniform, the Baron chose to adorn himself opposite to his bride to be - in black. Forest green and silver accents littered the outfit, signifying his heritage. Glasses polished, shoes shined, he was ready to begin the long process of the day.
The meticulous process of readying themselves complete, each party made their way to one of the many chapels dotting the Holy City. It was with great joy that they reunited on that fateful day, Jocelyn standing up at the altar, Miriam behind the pews, a bright purple sash tied around her waist. As the music began, so did her walk forward, her gaze drifting to those seated.
The bride's sister, Alaine Delmotte, was doing her best not to cry too hard, and disrupt Miriam's special day. Despite the tears, a smile rested firmly upon her features, the woman clearly excited to see her sister shine so beautifully. Emeline Delmotte was similarly holding back tears, though it was unknown whether it was the bride's beauty, or the gown she wore, that prompted the seamstress to shed tears. Similarly, Louis Delmotte and his cousin, Yvain Delmotte sat, one stoic and stony faced, suppressing his emotions, the other bawling. On the other side of the aisle sat what could only be the other von Duerrs. Joachim von Duerr sat alongside his cousins, Victoria and Josais von Duerr. The three contrasted Jocelyn's appearance only in height - each standing above six feet tall. The lionpelt indeed wore his lionpelt, his cousin clad in a gown surely crafted by the bride.
Eventually, Miriam arrived to stand opposite her husband to be, their height difference only barely noticeable. He was, afterall, wearing heeled boots. After the Reverend had spoken his part, so too did they, reciting the vows they'd rehearsed, promising each other safety, loyalty, and love. These vows were made true with a kiss, after which they were pronounced Baron Jocelyn von Duerr, and Baron-Consort Miriam von Duerr.
OOC Information:
Miriam Delmotte is now Miriam von Duerr.
This ceremony was held privately, and as such, only a select few families and individuals were in attendance. The knowledge of their marriage is publically known in character, though not everyone was there.
The invitation list consisted of the following:
House Delmotte
House von Duerr
House Ravenstad
House Peirgarten
House Harhold
House Yaotl
House Frisque
Baroness Constanze du Brierüst
Miriam Delmotte is now Miriam von Duerr.
This ceremony was held privately, and as such, only a select few families and individuals were in attendance. The knowledge of their marriage is publically known in character, though not everyone was there.
The invitation list consisted of the following:
House Delmotte
House von Duerr
House Ravenstad
House Peirgarten
House Harhold
House Yaotl
House Frisque
Baroness Constanze du Brierüst
