Bliss has joined the Pews.

Monique has joined the Pews.

Michael has joined the Back Pews.

Monique has left the Pews.

Amari has joined the Back Pews.

Monique has joined the Back Pews.

Nallah, a buff-looking tortie cat with green eyes arrives, following Alessia.

2 House Velenosa Guards, Renault, the mustachioed Lycene arrive, following Theo.

The chilly kiss of winter has ebbed away upon entry to the Palace Chapel, welcoming guests to the warm embrace of spring. Delicate floral arrangements of white silk bows, pale pink and white peonies, and lavender roses adorn the end of every pew with similar arrangements of gold planters lining the edges of the alcoves. Tall gold candelabras, lanterns, and braziers, bearing sigils of the Faith, are unobtrusively placed around the chapel, illuminating the stained glass windows and all within while casting aside any drafts. Silk cushions upon the pews provide comfortable seating. Oft to the right of the altar gathers a small choir and musicians, mainly composed of disciples of Jayus and Limerance.

Lou is far from the first to make her way into the palace chapel. And, perhaps stunning a few, she's actually wearing a brand /new/ dress: An Aeterna Gown with halter neck and an emerald lace cutout. It has matching slippers and she wears an emerald green cloak of shimmery seasilk with dark fur trim and an elegant golden necklace with teardrop emerald pendant. So, as much as some might have feared this particular Grayson may have come in her armor, she has proven that she can at least get a new dress when the situation calls for it. She puts a smile on her face, squares her shoulders, and makes her way into the room, and walks alllll the way to the front to sit in the front pews. She nods to those already there.

Micana, 1 Saik Guard arrive, following Lucita.

Lucita arrives, following Sasha.

3 Thrax Guards, Carys, a slight woman with ink-stained fingers, Cuddle Puddle, the loviest-doviest feline arrive, following Caith.

Alarissa's made her way already, settled in the pews, decked out in aeterna and everything else that a woman of her status should likely be wearing. A smile on her face as she waits for the wedding to start.

Lark makes her way into the chapel, accompanied by a pair of Grayson guards. She's left her dogs at home, though she usually takes them everywhere with her. The former High Lady of House Grayson is clothed in hues of pink and alabaster, and wearing her iridescite tiara nestled within her upstyled golden tresses. Her dark eyes wander over the crowd as she makes her way toward the pews near the front of the chapel, a soft smile touching her lips. The diminuitive princess seats herself, smoothing her skirts, and then looks forward, her features serene as she waits for the ceremony to begin.

Harlan has arrived to the Grayson wedding. He's alone, which isn't unusual. He doesn't seem to be in a bad mood, nor in a good mood. This, too, is duty. He does seem to be fairly relaxed though. While he's dressed up in seasilk, he hasn't gone and had new outfits comissioned.

Over by Niklas. Ford is performing the fatherly/motherly duties of the wedding. You know, the usual. Making sure his fly is buttoned, checking his teeth like a horse for food stuck in there. Good ol' fashioned, licking his palm and streaking it across his hair. Ford is covering all the bases.

Alaric strolls in with his escort for the occasion Princess Jaenelle, the usual large retinue already deployed around the chapel. It's their home base, after all. With a brilliantly regal smile for those already gathered, he proceeds forthwith to the spot reserved for the King of the Compact, dispensing quick enough greetings along the way such that the ceremony isn't over by the time he actually makes it to his seat.

Caith has joined the Back Pews.

Alessandro and Margret arrive, the former looking very put together, but all in black. Clearly he has learned the most important husbandly lesson of letting his wife outshine him, which she very much does in a a bejeweled dress of ombre. He starts them down the aisle to settle into the pews, murmuring something to her with a smile on his face, before he sits down to await the beginning of the ceremony.

Arm-in-arm, Elgana and Bliss arrive together to the wedding. A little pause and murmuring between the pair before they head right off to the pews to take a seat. Elgana gives finger waggles and nods to those she knows as they pass and make to sit quietly.

A wondrous coincidence has Michael standing outside of the Palace Chapel dressed in his finest, but berefit of accompaniment. So often these days, does he receive a missive stating simply. "I'm sorry. Baby on the way." Ianna must deliver a lot of babies. But Monique Greenmarch had arrived and their woes have been averted by each other's presence!

Quick hands wrap around Michael's elbow as if it was planned this way all along, and the two of them sweep in looking amazing. Of course. Because a Grayson Wedding is the time to strut your good stuff. Towards the middle of the pews, but closer to the front than the pack, the two go. And settle in. Maybe they won't be ambushed by family and friends intent on chattering. But Sabella is here....so Zoey is here. And Michael IS on the lookout.

3 Armed Confessors, Confessor Jayson, 1 Grayson House Guards, Confessor Burne arrive, following Gareth.

Deliverance, an albino falcon, Rascal, a hyper terrier, Rosalie, a lady in waiting, Isabetta arrive, following Reese.

"Only you could be slightly late to a wedding within your own house" Jaenelle tells Alaric as she comes in on his arm, eyeing the rows already filled with well wishers. "And you dont seem the least bit concerned" she adds on as they pass the pews and the opened back rows to head towards the kingly box.

Amari sneaks in at some point, well, maybe not /sneak/ but she does make her way into the chapel quietly and by herself. She's dressed in a striking seasilk gown of twilight hues, which is also terrible for stealth, if that's what she was going for. Total failure. She spends a moment taking in the decor and the assembled and assembling crowd, but not wanting to hold anyone up in the aisle, she turns and finds an out of the way place in the back pews to sit and watch the ceremony.

Reese has joined the Back Pews.

Lucita walks in with Sasha, the two women bringing an aura of the cold outside in with them till the warmth inside dissipates it. She gives a glance around, a curtsy and a smile toward the others already present before letting Sasha lead her toward a spot to sit.

Sasha has joined the Back Pews.

For the first time since she gave birth to one of the newest Thrax princes, Sorrel is not dressed in armor. She's put on a gown for the occasion, though her sword is at her side, just in case. Her gown is a charming green that brings out her eyes, covered in depictions of actual sorrel leaves. She looks bored by the wedding already.

Lucita has joined the Back Pews.

Niklas stands at the entryway of the chapel, wearing the nicest outfit he's ever been seen in, looking cool as a cucumber even as he paces back and forth. "Ford, Ford. Ford. Please stop trying to brush my hair with your fingers. It's creeping me out." Niklas reaches up and double checks his hair, then nods. "Okay, nevermind. You're doing a good job. Man. Man. I wish..." Niklas gives a rueful, slightly sad, smile, then says, "Which would believe this less, Renny or Elara?"

Arriving in her usual clothes because this one is about as far from fashion forward as it is possible to be, Cora arrives....quietly and with absolutely nothing to note her arrival. Giving those she knows smiles, waves, etcetera, she finds a nice seat and settles in.

No Stumphrey! What a scandal this wedding is already! Caith glides in sans sweater-wearing corgi and in her arms is a floofy white kitten. A KITTEN, FOR GODS SAKE!! What is the world coming to? Did Saoirse finally succeed in killing the poor dog? Has anyone seen the rotund pooch lately? Goodness gracious. She is cooing at the teeny-tiny ball of lovable fluff, lifting it to her face so she can rub it against her cheek. "This is a royal wedding," she tells the creature as she takes a seat in the back pews. "So you need to behave." It meows cutely. So cute. So insanely adorably cute. Everyone is dead now. You are welcome.

Alessia enters the chapel, unaccompanied, dressed in a teal blue seasilk dress with a lightening strike embellishment, with matching shoes and an ornamental collar of iridescite, pearl, and amethyst, signifying membership in the Order of the White Lily. She approaches her seat with a poised demeanor, glancing around for any guests she may know.

Lisebet sneaks in, finds a spot to watch quietly. Because she can. out of the way, not bothering anything.

Sasha offers a curtsy shortly after Lucita and goes off into the back pews to take her seat. Excitement upon her face as she gaves about.

It's one of those rare moments where Seth arrives sans war hounds and he may look uncomfortable for that very reason. Still, he's dressed in new attire, so strides into the well-attended event with some sort of confidence. Quietly, he makes his way to one of the pews, though his steel gaze lifts to locate both Niklas and Sabella, both of whom he knows as event mates during his first few weeks in the city.

Dressed in seasilk, Bliss moves with Elgana toward the pews, settling down next to the woman and leaning against her, beginning to murmur something quietly. She nods at the princess, leaning in to whisper something quietly as she settles in the pews as well.

"Neither of them." Ford says with a laugh, then gives Niklas another comical checking of his teeth, literally checking him like he was a horse. "And Renny would be giving you this treatment. Elara would be crying. Which would you prefer I do?" He grins and claps his hand against his cheek a few times affectionately.

Margret has left the Pews.

Margret has joined the Back Pews.

Zoey is down near the front with Ian in a beautiful stormy ocean blue seasilk gown and slippers, positively bedecked with diamonds and golden Thraxian pearls. She's even managed to tame her curls into something passing for elegant! She finally takes a seat with her husband, on the Kennex side of things. She spots Michael, however, and she beams immediately at her favourite cousin, lifting an arm to wave jovially.

Alessia has joined the Back Pews.

Margret has left the Back Pews.

Alessandro has left the Pews.

Alessandro has joined the Back Pews.

Margret has joined the Pews.

Reese arrives at her sister's wedding while wearing lots of pink and while in the company of Isabetta. She has a gentle smile for those gathered here. The Princess then goes to find a seat. She tries to gently tug Isabetta along.

Ian arrives along with Zoey. We wears about what he usually wears, only a little nicer. He's even broken out the not beat up, not leather boiled wool coat with the fancy buttons. (Zoey is dressed really nice though, so together they at least make one presentable individual.) He watches his feet as he walks, moving with a stilted, unnatural gait. His flask comes out as soon as he sits down, because of course it does. Getting a jump on the reception.

Margret has left the Pews.

Monique Greenmarch does arrive on the arm of Michael Bisland, the Greenmarch stand-in for his Greenmarch. She wears a stunning tiara nestled in her crimson hair and an ethereal necklace of stygian and thirteen red stones around her neck, complimenting the honeyed silk of her gown. "What are the odds," she murmurs to Michael, "that we get through this unnoticed... spirits, it's a crush in here!"

Margret has joined the Back Pews.

Clad in that shining set of diamondplate armor, albeit with some mismatched steel pieces, Jordan glances about to see where Harlan is, before joining his liege lord at his seating options, with a quiet 'good evening' uttered to those there.

Jordan has joined the Pews.

Isabetta follows along quietly, reverently, or at least as much as she's typically going to be.

Sorrel has joined the Pews.

"Maybe Ian can pick up the slack on crying." Niklas' eyes go wide when he sees Prince Gareth walk past, then he says quietly, "Never mind. Ian's off the hook. Gareth can be very weepy when he's overcome with joy. I heard. I've never seen it. But I read about it in a book." When he sees Ian walk past, Niklas shakes his head. "No silk pants. I suppose we can't have miracles every day."

Ian passes a bit of paper to one of the servants with a few murmured words, and then settles back to watch (drink through) the ceremony.

Coraline has left the Pews.

Coraline has joined the Back Pews.

Michael lifts his free hand up and waves far less jovially towards Zoey. Because she is exuberance bound in mortal form, and he couldn't hope to match her.

Isabetta has joined the Back Pews.

Margret arrives on her husband's arm looking rather colorful compared to his monochromatic look. She lifts her hand to wave to people she knows, and leans over to whisper something in return to Alessandro as they settle onto definitely the back pew.

"Maybe Ian can pick up the slack on crying." Niklas watches as Ian walks past, then shakes his head. "No silk pants. Zoey seemed so confident!" He shoves hishands into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels. "I've put on five plays in this city. That's five opening nights. I can do this without getting nervous."

The choir sings and the musicians play a gentle melody of devotions as guests are ushered in, take their seats and settle. When it appears all is in order, the music fades away.

The Palace Seraph strides forth to altar and bows low for a silent benediction. Candlelight creates a halo about the altar and those nearest. Upon rising, she turns to face the assembly, sweeping a gaze across the chapel and smiling politely to those gathered. "Let all who witness this sacred rite, the joining together of two into one, bound by oaths and obligations in their lives together, be welcome before the eyes of Limerance. Be aware to all who are gathered that this is sacred ground, to be respected, on this day of dignity and joy. Let the bride and groom approach the altar, along with any escorts they choose." The choir lifts their voices, joining with the stringed instruments, as the traditional hymn to Limerance is played.

"First things first." Ford moves to stand in front of Niklas, almost shielding him from the rest of the crowd, or you know, what's happening, "One. Your vows. Look me in the eye and tell me they're concise, meaningful, and SHORT. Second, have you had a drink? You should have one. Just one."

Zoey laughs at Niklas and shakes her head. "I'm not -actually- willing to arm wrestle Ian into silks," she teases. "Not even for you." And then there's an Ailith starting the proceedings, so she quiets down... and reaches for Ian's flask.

white-tailed eagle, 2 House Riven Soldiers arrive, following Thesarin.

When the music starts up the doors at the front of the chapel are pulled open by some helpful attendants and there's Sabella, beaming and radiant in a blushed pink and white wedding gown fit for a princess, her golden hair curled and left mostly down around her shoulders with plenty of sparkling pins and ribbons entwined throughout. She carries a bouquet of pink peonies and lavender roses wrapped in a pink ribbon and what looks like a string from a bow wrapped intricately around them held in one hand, while her other is on the arm of one Gareth Grayson, who escorts her down the aisle. It's probably a good thing she's with Gareth since she's just about bouncing on her toes and would likely be moving a lot faster if he wasn't making her keep a slow, dignified pace. She keeps her eyes on Niklas, giving him just the biggest most brilliant smile ever!

Thesarin has joined the Pews.

Lark has been chatting quietly with Alarissa and Lou while things are still in the process of getting started, but now, as the music fades away and Ailith begins to address the witnesses for this beautiful ceremony, Lark turns her dark eyes forward, attentive and pleasant of feature as she listens. She is not one to crane her neck or twist around in her seat, so she waits until Sabella is within her comfortable line of sight before turning her head slightly to smile in admiration of the vision that she is.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Gareth Grayson is hobbling down the aisle in the most dignified way possible. His features devoid of emotion, and obviously, he's still wearing the red longcoat of the Inquisition. His arm entangled with Sabella's as he walks-- or limps her down the aisle. The Inquisitor slows Sabella down a bit naturally with his slow pace, each of their steps punctuated with a sharp clack of his cane against the hardwood floor. He stares straight forward, not really making eyecontact with anyone, especially not Niklas, as he and Sabella slowly make their way forward.

Thesarin is not a stealthy man, but he does his best to take his seat unnoticed. Not an easy man to miss, though; Thesarin looks, as he always does, exactly like a shav out of the woods who's been dressed up like a nobleman. He settles himself as unobtrusively as he can, watching as the ride and groom start to make their way in.

"Ford, have you ever met me? My vows are none of those things. You should consider yourself lucky they don't rhyme." Niklas reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small flask and takes one good swig, then stows the flask when the Palace Seraph speaks. For once in his life he just shuts right the hell up and listens to her. When Ailith says that it's time for the couple to make their way to the front, he nods toward Ford. "Well, here we go. Keep me from skipping." He smiles to his brother, then turns to watch as Sabella comes into the chapel, smile broadening as he takes in her dress for the first time. He offers up a silent 'damn' at the sight of her, then moves to step in on the other side of Sabella. That this is really happening is finally setting in and he's all but bouncing with each step. So dignified!

Ford slips in behind Niklas, squeezing both shoulders.

Ailith folds her hands before her middle, smiling as the bride and groom approach the altar, then bows in greeting to both, Sabella and Niklas, then an added bow for the escort, Gareth. She leans a tad forward to whisper to the wedding party as the choir and musicians sing the last verse, timed to the pace set by the bride and groom, before ending on a sweet tone. The Palace Seraph straightens, speaking with a solemn tone as her voice echoes through the Chapel. "You arrive separately. Two individuals, of two houses, and two families. But this is the place and the time for two to become joined into one. One marriage, one house, one family. This is an occasion for joy, but also for solemn reflection. The vows sworn here are under the eyes of Limerance, and will be taken to his heart, to be kept sacred. Thus, to break these vows is to break the heart of Limerance. Reflect on this, before you speak."

She waits, a moment of heartbeats later, and speaks anew. "In addition to your own vows, here is what Limerance asks of you: Do you both swear, from the moment of your joining until death, to be faithful to the contracts you have made? To treat each other with respect, affection, and honor? To protect and persevere through sickness and want, as well as to retain faith and humility in times of plenty and ease? Will you share your burdens, your joys, and your fears? And will you swear, before the Pantheon, that your life will be bound to one another, serving each other, until death do you both part? If you do so swear, then speak it clearly, and add the additional vows you have chosen."

Lou is full of attention as her sister starts coming down the aisle, pausing in her conversation with Alarissa and Lark. She folds her hands on her lap, and listens quietly to the ceremony, even if she does fidget in her new dress every now and again. Fidget. Fidget. Fidget.

Lucita gives an admiring glance to the bride's outfit and remains respectfully silent as she observes the ceremony.

Seated toward the end of the pew, Caith holds Cuddle Puddle out to get a better view of Sabella as she walks by. "Oh, look at what a good job Gareth is doing," she says approvingly. Did I mention that she's seated /near/ the end of the pew? Yes. So not quite -at- the end. Which means that she is leaning a bit across someone. Soooorry, person. But this is important. She gives the non-specified-human she just tipped across a little grateful pitter-pat on the knee as she retracts her kitten (and a brilliant grin to boot!). Honestly. How is this girl Thrax? Anyhoodle. Stroking her kitty from head to tail, she sighs happily. "Princess Sabella looks so lovely. And Niklas seems so happy! What a day, what a day.." Cuddle Puddle has thoughts too: "Mew!"

Gareth has joined the By the Beautiful Altar.

Bartholomew arrives, following Cedric.

Cedric has joined the Pews.

Ford has joined the By the Beautiful Altar.

Once delivering Sabella, there's a light nod given to Niklas. Sabella gets a light squeeze of her arm before Gareth is releasing her and limping off to the side of the altar. Mostly so there's not loud clack-clack-clacking ringing out through the acoustics of the chapel while Ailith is speaking. Once in place, the Inquisitor turns and places both hands on the pommel of his cane, watching the wedding silently with those stern features.

Sabella turns towards Niklas and takes up his right hand, sliding a ring onto one of his fingers and gazing up at him in complete and total adoration, "I do," she nods once to Ailith even though her attention is on Nik, "I swear to do all of that and I tried to memorize that whole list before the ceremony but being here right now I can't remember a single line of it even though you've just repeated it, which probably doesn't speak well of me as a Mummer, but I truly, honestly swear that everyone shall speak highly of me as a wife, especially you, my dearest Nik! I try to tell you ever day, in every possible way, how wonderful and amazing I think you are and I'm sure the people of Arx are very tired of hearing me tell them day in and day out how you're a brilliant playwright with a bright future. And I am just so incredibly thrilled and honored that you've chosen to share that future with me. To the benefit of both of our families. I know you are meant for great things and now I'll be able to stand beside you when they happen. And I will always be there, beside you. I will always support you and love you and critique your plays even when you don't want me to and I look forward to laughing with you into old age and never running out of stories to tell. We've written a great romance together and I can't wait to get to the next chapter!" She only pauses there because she has to take a breath, smiling up at him.

Jaenelle pauses in her conversation with Alaric to watch Sabella enter the chapel, a soft look touching her features as she witnesses the couple see one another for the first time. That is always a beautiful moment! The wedding begins fully as she leans against her hand as she listens quietly for the moment before casting a side-eyed look at the King before she says something softly in return, not taking her eyes off the couple as she does.

"I do," says Niklas in response to Ailith's many questions. "Absolutely." He looks back to Sabella, looking down with some surprise as she slides a ring on his finger, though his eyes shift back to hers as she reads her vows. The smile he's had this whole time only broadens as she goes on. When there's a break he reaches out and takes her hand, producing a second ring from his pocket, then he carefully places it on her finger. "Sabella, I have known, since the first time we met, masked and what might be kindly called dancing, that the woman across from me would become the most important person in my world. Every second of my life without you has been a moment wishing I were with you, a momentary pause in the real life I have when you are at my side. I swear to you that I will never put you second in my life, I will never let you feel alone, I will never fail to let you know every day that I love you. I love you. You know me so well," he pauses to give a small laugh here, then says, "because you're right, life a story. And we get to write our own ending. So let's write a good one."

Ailith smiles, her eyes softening a tad as the couple state their vows and exchange rings. Her attention diverts from Sabella and Niklas, addressing the assembled guests in a clear and bright tone. "The bride and groom have sworn their oaths and made their vows and pledged a new chapter in another's lives, before the Pantheon and their fellow people. Is there anyone here who has reason to object to the vows so sworn, or the union about to be sealed?"

Lou glances around the room to see if there's anyone who'd object, her eyes hardening somewhat against the prospect.

Confessor Imori, Confessor Warren, 5 Armed Confessors arrive, following Tikva.

Lark is silent, having no objection to any union that would make her sweet cousin Sabella happy. Her own expression is cool as she glances about as well.

Alessia leans back in her seat, fully content in believing there will be no interruption.

Tikva has joined the Back Pews.

Cora isn't about to object to two people so obviously in love.

Ailith waits for the proper time, bowing her head to the assembly, then announces as her smile grows and looks upon the happy couple, "Since there are no objections to the union before us, by the powers invested in me by the Faith of the Pantheon, and by the god of love, it is my great joy and honor to pronounce you to be wed, in the eyes of man and the gods. Princess Sabella," she dips her head to both, "Prince Niklas - you are now joined, of one heart and one family. You may kiss to seal the marriage. So shall it be!"

Tikva has been here this whole time, observing what has been more or less her creation with a faint smile on her lips. She leans back in her pew and crosses her arms, tilting her head back with outward serenity. Clearly, any objections will not be coming from this quarter, and any that exist will have to deal with her and brightly feathered hat.

"MEOW!" Cuddle Puddle's meow echoes loudly throughout the chapel. Caith gently places her hand over the kitten's face and slides down a little bit in the back pews.

Lou is overheard praising Sabella: What a beautiful bride!

Lou is overheard praising Niklas: Welcome to the family!

Ailith is overheard praising Sabella.

Lou takes a moment to sing the praises of both Sabella and Niklas, offering them each a warm, delighted smile.

Ailith is overheard praising Niklas.

Margret is overheard praising Niklas.

Margret is overheard praising Sabella.

With the vows sealed, Bliss stands up and quietly slips out of the pews during the celebrations, a look of regret on her face for having to leave. But ah, those Whispers, always so busy.

Elgana is overheard praising Sabella.

Alessandro is overheard praising Niklas.

Elgana is overheard praising Niklas.

Bliss has left the Pews.

Coraline is overheard praising Sabella.

Alessia is overheard praising Sabella.

Coraline is overheard praising Niklas.

Reese is overheard praising Sabella.

Alessandro is overheard praising Sabella.

Alessia is overheard praising Niklas.

Alaric is overheard praising Sabella: Congratulations to you both!

Reese is overheard praising Niklas.

Alaric is overheard praising Niklas: Congratulations to you both!

Lark is overheard praising Sabella: My cousin makes a beautiful and radiant bride.

Lark is overheard praising Niklas.

Sabella is already grabbing Niklas by the front of his very nice violet outfit halfway through Ailith saying it would be okay to pull him in for a nice, chaste kiss. Actually, it's very unsuitable for children, so it's a good thing Safi and Melina aren't here.

Ford waits with anticipation for the kiss. And when it finally happens, he sticks his fingers in his mouth and let's out a celebratory whistle. Putting those acoustics to good use. After that whistle he starts to clap.

Isabetta is overheard praising Sabella.

Isabetta is overheard praising Niklas: Always a sailboat at heart

Tikva is overheard praising Sabella: Never say die1

Tikva is overheard praising Sabella: Never say die, darnit.

Tikva is overheard praising Niklas: Welcome to the family!

Amari is overheard praising Sabella.

Tikva is overheard praising Ford: What a good brother!

Amari is overheard praising Niklas.

Tikva is overheard praising Ailith: What a lovely ceremony!

Alarissa smiles and claps her hands for the happy couple.

Sabella is overheard praising Ailith: Beautiful ceremony!

Lucita is overheard praising Sabella.

Lucita is overheard praising Niklas.

Niklas is leaning in to get himself a nice, proper kiss and then Sabella's grabbing him and pulling him in for something a little more grown up than that, so he rolls with it, throwing an arm around her waist and turning her to dip her before he sits back up and just grins at her. "My Princess."

Sabella is overheard praising Alaric: Reasonable rental rates!

Giuseppe, a kindly old man arrives, following Luca.

Lark joins everyone else in praising the newlyweds, adding her own applause to the sound as it rises in the cathedral, looking pleased.

Niklas is overheard praising Ailith: Beautiful ceremony!

Alaric is overheard praising Ailith: Excellently officiated!

Harlan claps politely as the wedding is successful, still somewhat subdued although he isn't being a party pooper.

Gareth is overheard praising Niklas: Alright, fine. Family.

Tikva applauds with a particularly raucous whistle at the end that is not entirely chapel-appropriate.

Lark is overheard praising Ailith: For officiating a beautiful ceremony with grace and poise.

Sabella beams at Niklas, "My Prince! You're a prince! You didn't even need to be a frog first!" She laughs, turning to those assembled as she takes up Nik's arm, "Let's go celebrate!" She calls out, just about glowing with happiness.

The wedding was successful! It happened, it really happened! Prince Luca was here the whole time. He was just.. near the back, as close to the door as he could get, leaned there. Something about a flask in his hand, which he raises up when people start applauding and cheering. He absolutely did not fall asleep at this wedding. He's definitely awake.

Ailith applauds the couple and ducks her head as she steps back from the altar to allow the bride and groom to kiss. The choir and musicians apparently received a message to play the very same song the two danced to which Niklas alluded in his vows. "Congratulations to you both," she says to Sabella and Niklas. "May the gods look upon your union, your partnership with fondness in the years to come. And may you both honor your oaths and vows as I anticipate seeing you both create a story that's the stuff of novels." In a louder tone, she calls out to all, "Any may approach the bride and groom, but the reception starts in a little while just outside the chapel."

Sabella is overheard praising Tikva: Thanks for always letting the puppy dog eyes work

Niklas is overheard praising Tikva: Good contract writer!

Niklas is overheard praising Ford: Good contract signer!

Michael grins at their antics and whistles along with his clapping from his seat in the pews. They did it! Look at Sabella, getting a man and stuff. Take forever.

Sabella is overheard praising Ford: For always believing in Niklas' huge talent.

Zoey is overheard praising Sabella.

Zoey is overheard praising Niklas.

Luca is overheard praising Niklas: Now the ritual is complete! Now we can tell him..

Lou made it for the wedding, but when it comes time to party, she makes her excuses and quietly slips out.

Lou has left the Pews.

Willen leaves, following Lou.

Sabella has left the By the Beautiful Altar.

Once the ceremony is over, Lark gives an inclination of her head to those she's been sitting with, and then she rises from the pew and gathers her skirts, making her way out at the appropriate time.

Lark has left the Pews.

Alessandro has left the Back Pews.

Margret has left the Back Pews.

1 Greenmarch Guard leaves, following Margret.

Margret leaves, following Alessandro.

2 Grayson House Guards leaves, following Lark.

Zoey glances at Ian and motions gallantly in the general direction of the reception.

Monique applauds the bridge and groom and turns to respond to a whisper from her escort.

Jordan has left the Pews.

Caith has left the Back Pews.

3 Thrax Guards, Carys, a slight woman with ink-stained fingers, Cuddle Puddle, the loviest-doviest feline leave, following Caith.

Jordan has a quiet exchange of words with Harlan, nodding deeply to his lige before departing.

Niklas goes chasing Sabella out to the reception!

Niklas has left the By the Beautiful Altar.

Isabelle, who isn't happy to be doing this leaves, following Niklas.

Ford makes his way down the steps and down the aisle to move into the Hall. Hope these nerds are in the mood to dance.

Jaenelle claps along with the rest of the gathered loudly for the couple!