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Post by Cubonia on Aug 29, 2016 14:01:05 GMT -5
Finally after several hours of discussion and greeting, the actual wedding procession itself started. The Bells of the cathedral rang out loud and boomed throughout the halls. In the pews many powerful home and foreign dignitaries sat together and mingled still discussing the days events. Eventually, the Emperor himself stood up and the entire room fell silent in that instant. Taking his place near the Court Bishop, he waited for the Prussion bride to enter the room, with his bright blue eyes staring impatiently at the two massive and beautiful designed oak doors that entranced the ancient Cathedral. It was clear to many that he was eager to meet this bride to be.
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Post by prussio on Aug 30, 2016 12:16:19 GMT -5
The door opened and out came a circus. Firstly, Prussion Reisengarde stood at post two opening the grand Cubonian doors and the rest arching swords for the rest of the procession. The Prinzessin Eleonore came next guided by a old Cubonian priest in place of her father, compared to the Reisengarde and even the Cubonian priest she was tiny the face of Prussion innocence and refinement wrapped in Cubonian billowy white fabric and jewels. Finally, the Cronprinz Wilhem followed behind guided by several of the maid attendants that would be departing the Prinzessin's service tears coming from their, to be frank, aging faces. As, the Prinzessins rear guard seated and her Honour Guard was ordered to leave post the doors slammed closed.
The old priest offered the Cubonian emperor her hand. A small twinkling smile alighted her face, hidden beneath her thick veil, as she looked up at the giant who was to be her husband. "In place, I offer to you the Prussion, do you find her worthy your Excellence?", the priest said beginning the actual marriage ceremony.
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Post by Cubonia on Aug 30, 2016 18:36:46 GMT -5
The Cubonian Emperor simply raised an eyebrow as he saw his new Consort approach. Although the mans face revealed nothing, his eyes flashed with amusement at the sight of the woman as she walked up to the ceremony. He was surprised at her age and figure, not having expected to be married to someone so young. Regardless however, the man knew his duties and as she approached he kept his face a mask simply watching her curiously as she approached. He gave a polite nod to the woman, turning to the Priest and simply stating, "Yes, she will do." before turning back to the young girl and giving her a bright and handsome smile.
As the ceremony came to a close, he finished it off by draping his Coat of Arms over her shoulders, signifying her status as the Imperial Consort and entering into his family. Cheers quickly erupted from the pews as he did so, many people realizing now the gravity of the affirmed alliance between the states.
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Post by The Protecterate of Ag Wenn on Aug 30, 2016 23:46:08 GMT -5
Throughout the course of the wedding, Erwanna remained absolutely encapsulated, her mouth kept in a tight grin and her eyes focused attentively. She would often take small notes into a leather-bound personal journal, scribbling about the little traditions practiced as part of the ceremony. Enamored by the whole process, she enjoys it thoroughly.
Though, she is reminded what this entails politically as things die down. And then, her bemusement wears, almost immediately, and turns to a pensive expression. She continues writing in her journal, ever mindful of the changes that will soon occur, especially in relation to the West Corvusian conflict.
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