Swat and Sale-Rabat royal wedding (IC)

[Yusufzai Swat]

"Lets start, the Wali says, after welcoming his guests from Warsaw." he waits excitedly for a response.

Yeah, let's do this. -Na'imah! Kneel to him and kiss his hand! I don't want to have to say that again!-says the Sultan.

The Imam asks them to say their vows,
"Do you pledge, in honesty and sincerity and in accordance with the instructions of the Quran and the Prophet (peace and blessing be upon him), to be for her a kind and protective husband?" the Imam asks the Wali of Swat, "I do".

"do you offer you yourself in marriage in accordance with the instructions of the Holy Quran and the Prophet, peace and blessing be upon him and pledge, in honesty and with sincerity, to be for him an obedient and faithful wife?" he asks Na'imah

[Sale-Rabat]

Na'imah says -Yes, I do.

[Yusufzai Swat]

Na'imah says -Yes, I do.

After they sign the marriage contract, they are pronounced man and wife.

[Sale-Rabat]

Na'imah says -Yes, I do.

After they sign the marriage contract, they are pronounced man and wife.

The ceremoby ends.

[The Selkie]

The Sultan, wanting to give the three smoking-hot sisters a lesson on manners, makes as if he didn't hear anything and, while putting the guards on extra alert, kisses the hand of Diana, Maria, and Tristana and directs them to their seats at a privileged position. Then talks to the Imam and the Wali.

With the practiced ease of fencers, Tristina and Diana sidestepped the Sultan, leaving him nothing to kiss but air.

"Pig." Diana spat, while Tristina sighed in exasperation.

Maria cocked her head, as if she were confused at the gesture. Then she stuck out her tongue and gagged, as if she poisoned.

"Ew!" she called out, as she shook off the saliva from her gloves in such a way that some would land on the Sultan. "You gave me cooties!"

Without giving him time to respond, the three went off, further down the aisle.

As the triplets filed into a row that was not the location the Sultan pointed out, they found themselves next to Finnya Araon.

After a slight pause, Tristina broke the ice. "Greetings." She gave a smile. "You look sharp."

A slight wince crossed her face as she heard the Sultan ordering his daughter about like a mule, while Diana's expression seemed downright murderous.

"...Nice weather today, eh?" Tristina ventured further.

Finnya Araon of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
After having watched the exchange between the triplet and the local head-honcho, and had chuckled into my hand. Cooties, eh?
They then approached me, while the local head-honcho decided to command his daugter about like she was a Grey Wolf with authority issues, which caused me to feel pity for the poor girl (it did not seem as if her husband would be much better).
The oldest greeted me and complimented my looks, smiled even, before she brought up the weather.
I smiled back.
"Thank you, you three look quite dashing as well.", I said and then inspected the uniforms. "I want to say one of the Polish-Prussian Military Schools, Warsaw Infantry, if I interpret the insignia right?"
The weather was reminding me of Kyrenaia, the locals of Dhaer - not a flattering comparison, in both cases, if you ask me.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

"You have that right!" Maria spoke up. "My name's Maria Bonilla. At your service! And these are my two older sisters, Tristina and - "

"Diana Bonilla." Diana cut her sister off. "And...I think the ceremony's over."

She gave a grim smile. "Must've been real afraid of the four of us to speed shit along like that, huh?"

Tristina shrugged "Wouldn't put much stock in that. We did arrive late..." She shrugged. "There's still the reception, worst comes to worst.

[North Korea Choson]

After they sign the marriage contract, they are pronounced man and wife.

The ceremoby ends.

They are both given money by the Korean leader as is the custom in Korea. Along with different kinds of Tea.

[The Selkie]

"You have that right!" Maria spoke up. "My name's Maria Bonilla. At your service! And these are my two older sisters, Tristina and - "

"Diana Bonilla." Diana cut her sister off. "And...I think the ceremony's over."

She gave a grim smile. "Must've been real afraid of the four of us to speed shit along like that, huh?"

Tristina shrugged "Wouldn't put much stock in that. We did arrive late..." She shrugged. "There's still the reception, worst comes to worst.

Finnya Araon of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
"Drinks for everyone.", I agreed with a grin, "But, to return for a moment, it's a pleasure, ladies. Doctor Finnya Araon of the Tribe of Fermanagh, at your service." I made a small bow. "Doctor of Philosophy and Political Sciences, I should add." I let a beat pass. "I could not help but notice the beautiful horses you three arrived on."
Ceremony over or not, reception coming or not, I'd love to talk a bit more with these three lassies.

[Yusufzai Swat]

IC: The reception now begins, it will be held at the royal palace in Mingora.

[Nationalist Northumbria]

IC: The reception now begins, it will be held at the royal palace in Mingora.

George Fenwick II is there.

[Yusufzai Swat]

IC: The reception now begins, it will be held at the royal palace in Mingora.

George Fenwick II is there.

IC: the Wali's first cousin, Safiye, asks him "Will you marry me now?"
Meanwhile, the Wali of Swat offers for the Sultan of Sale-Rabat to ride in his chauffered car with him and his wife.

[Nationalist Northumbria]

George Fenwick II is there.

IC: the Wali's first cousin, Safiye, asks him "Will you marry me now?"
Meanwhile, the Wali of Swat offers for the Sultan of Sale-Rabat to ride in his chauffered car with him and his wife.

"LOL, no," says George Fenwick II.

[Tuboo Shippers]

Ranbee continues filming as she approaches George Fenwick II

[Yusufzai Swat]

IC: the Wali's first cousin, Safiye, asks him "Will you marry me now?"
Meanwhile, the Wali of Swat offers for the Sultan of Sale-Rabat to ride in his chauffered car with him and his wife.

"LOL, no," says George Fenwick II.

"Then I'll tell my brother." she says to this piece of subhuman filth.

[Tuboo Shippers]

Ranbee taps Safiye's shoulder. "Um, Hi!"

[Yusufzai Swat]

Ranbee taps Safiye's shoulder. "Um, Hi!"

"Hello" she says, crying so much her jilab is almost soaked.
George Fenwick II, the illegitimate eldest son of child murderer George Fenwick I, has proven that he has no sense of compassion, he is unjust and he is a heartless liar

[Tuboo Shippers]

Ranbee taps Safiye's shoulder. "Um, Hi!"

"Hello" she says, crying so much her jilab is almost soaked.
George Fenwick II, the illegitimate eldest son of child murderer George Fenwick I, has proven that he has no sense of compassion, he is unjust and he is a heartless liar

"Are you okay?" She puts the live stream on mute, pauses it; and proffers her a tissue.

[Yusufzai Swat]

"Hello" she says, crying so much her jilab is almost soaked.
George Fenwick II, the illegitimate eldest son of child murderer George Fenwick I, has proven that he has no sense of compassion, he is unjust and he is a heartless liar

"Are you okay?" She puts the live stream on mute, pauses it; and proffers her a tissue.

"Thank you" she says.

[Tuboo Shippers]

She smiles warmly. "It's nothing. Do you need help?"

[Nationalist Northumbria]

Ranbee taps Safiye's shoulder. "Um, Hi!"

"Hello" she says, crying so much her jilab is almost soaked.
George Fenwick II, the illegitimate eldest son of child murderer George Fenwick I, has proven that he has no sense of compassion, he is unjust and he is a heartless liar

OOC: Azad, that's not a neutral viewpoint.

[North Korea Choson]

"Are you okay?" She puts the live stream on mute, pauses it; and proffers her a tissue.

"Thank you" she says.

OOC: Ur name is Azad?

[Yusufzai Swat]

"Hello" she says, crying so much her jilab is almost soaked.
George Fenwick II, the illegitimate eldest son of child murderer George Fenwick I, has proven that he has no sense of compassion, he is unjust and he is a heartless liar

OOC: Azad, that's not a neutral viewpoint.

OOC: Who says I can't express an opinion on morality on here?

[Tuboo Shippers]

OOC: Uh-

[Nationalist Northumbria]

OOC: Azad, that's not a neutral viewpoint.

OOC: Who says I can't express an opinion on morality on here?

OOC: Please keep politics out of video games.

[Tuboo Shippers]

OOC: Who says I can't express an opinion on morality on here?

OOC: Please keep politics out of video games.

OOC: MORALITY IS NOT POLITICS. IF WANT ARGUE, THEN GO TO TWITTER>