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The Marriage Of The White Stallions

Nitesho

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The wedding itself started on a rather dark note. Grey clouds filled the sky with the sun being nowhere to be seen. The greenery around it had a dark, almost sinister tone to it as well. The bushes, trees, any green all looked haunting. The Cathedral itself was dimly lit with incense burning all across and candles lit for the saints and soldiers. In contrast to the whole gloomy atmosphere, stood Thomas Dopsworth (who acted as a symbolical priest) smiling along with Ophelia Tyrannian.

Gallus Tyrannian and his daughter, Verona Tyrannian, both walked down the steps to meet his sister. Gallus' face was his ever present emotionless expression while Verona's was one of curiosity and excitement, or dread, if you asked some people. He eventually stopped at his sister and handed his daughter to her, whispering something to Ophelia before taking his own seat next to Hengest Harhold. The two exchanged looks with Gallus muttering a few words to Hengest. The Landgrave of Vlissinghelm made a small snarl and nodded his head in approval to the statement.

Thomas Dopsworth began to read off the vows to Verona and Ophelia as both became extremely uncomfortable as time went on, though relaxing towards the latter part of the vows. He then acknowledged both to be wedded with a smile straight across his face. Claps could be heard, and praises began to be sung. The Cathedral's choirs sang songs of the Great Way coming closer every day and the eternal reign of the Ailor.

The wedding reception was held at the Tyrannian Estate on the Crown Isle with a large feast at the dining hall. Verona and Ophelia received gifts on the patio outside overlooking the waters around the Isle. The both of them took their seats after much talking and food began to be served. The families would be treated with sweetbread, elk, honeyed ham, oysters, water, ale and wine. Eventually Paullus Tyrannian tapped on Ophelia's shoulder with a handkerchief. Ophelia then stood up and thanked the whole crowd for coming to her wedding and asked them to stay for dancing and other camaraderie of games that were at the reception.

The dancing took place inside the estate's main hall opposed to the garden like it was suppose to. Rain began to fall heavily outside with many of the servants attempting in vain to save what little they could from the tables and chairs to move into the main room. A keen eye would also notice a few waitresses gossiping about the marriage. The details of the marriage were too hushed to be heard except when regarding the rain on the wedding day. "It's a bad omen, I say," said an older Ailor waitress in her forties showing signs of graying on her blonde hair, "the rain means the marriage is doomed." Their hushed voices however travelled quite far during the middle of the dancing until Gallus intriguingly looked at them. All three of the waitresses exited the room and were not seen for the rest of the reception.

After the feast and all of the dancing, the reception ended with guests exiting. Verona and Ophelia had both shared melancholic smiles as they thanked each guest as they exited.​
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OOC Information:

Verona and Ophelia Tyrannian are now married through the State.

The ceremony was a private event with only certain families being invited and a few select people along with the majority of the Gallus Tyrannian's court.

The invitation list consisted of the following:

House Kade and their related guests.
House Harhold and Hengest's Palest, Armin Aetcher.
House von Duerr.
House de Letoirneau.
House du Brierüst.
House von Drachenburg.
House Howlester.
House of Brilonde
Tarquinius Krupp.
Zaheer l'l Lasha.
Julio Aquineas.
 
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Haeddi Harhold fanned her face idly in the corner once the wedding was over and the reception began, taking a bite from her slice of bread before the fifteen year old commented softly to her sister, "Is it a new trend to marry a woman as one?"

@Ryria
 
Agatha did her best to try and put the fact they were related to the back of her mind. She tried her best to enjoy the wedding, and she tried her best to put on a smile. There was, however, an underlying sensation of unease that sat within the woman's stomach.

Her fan tap tap tapped against her leg in an impatient fashion, eager to get the ceremony over with as quickly as possible so she could enjoy the vast drink selection offered. With a flick of her wrist her fan snapped open and she held it over her lips in order to hide an expression of disgust.

Was it because they were women, or because it was an aunt marrying her niece? She couldn't tell.

She offered Haeddi a brief glance, furrowing her brows in simple response.
 
"So, my youngest sister is now also my aunt? That makes bloody sense huh?" Bellatrix Tyrannian said angrily to a nearby maid as she put on her usual red lipstick. "I don't understand how they could even... Ah, never mind." The oldest sister marched down the stairs and out of the estate to god knows where.
 
Edvard heard of the marriage taking place, not feeling bothered by lack of invitation. After all, House Norrvakt has never been social in their circles. "Tyrannian had better be careful. At this rate if their lord doesnt produce a child soon, their family legacy will cease to be." He ammused himself, thinking of the mixmatched bastards of the Norrvakt family.