King Jayas of the Meyarines, after send his most loyal noble, Lord Wynters to find him a new wife after years of mourning the death of Queen Kamalika, has signed the Treaty of Caney a new alliance with the kingdoms of Narumada and Royal Genes. As part of the alliance two royal marriages have been agreed to, resulting in a grand double wedding as King Jayas marries Princess Adela of Genes (sister of the King of Narumada) and his son and heir, Crown Prince Jayas married Princess Christina of Imarati & Genes (granddaughter of the Queen of Genes).
After a month long engagement and stay in the capital of Kela, the King and his queen to be are ready to tie the knot, while the more recent arrival of the Princess Christina set to join her husband to be in their footsteps at the alter in a grand double wedding ceremony. Leaders, nobility, celebrities, and much more are welcome to attend the wedding!
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OOC Thread
The whole of the city of Kela seemed to hold its breath as tens of thousands gathered at the royal harbor, the same spot where twenty-one years before the capital greeted their new king. Now, they came waiting to see the arrival of a new queen, and a new crown princess.
It was not yet to the harbor, decorated with flowers and ribbons as it was, that everyone’s attention was directed to. Instead they looked along the sea road that followed the length of the coastline. The ground stuck as the sound of thunder seemed to reverberate through the street and across the city.
Coming down the sea road was a like five deep of cavalries in bright purple and gold road black horses decorated with tassels and ribbons. They trotted down the street, leading the way of the bridal procession. Behind them came a hundred heralds with bells, followed by ones with trumpets who blared music into the air in a colorful riot. Behind them came drummers who danced and spun as they sang in Meyarieno. The beat was deep and heavy and steady.
They sang, naturally, the praises of King Jayas. They recounted his good deeds, his victories in battle and his generosity. Behind them came hundreds of dancers, women and men in skimpy attire heavily embroidered with flashy sequins, beads and elaborate feathers on their arms , backs and heads in every shade of blue and yellow. They filled the street, slit walkers juggling in their midst while others joined in on the singing.
Atop a white horse came the bespectacled Lord Kieran Wynters, dressed in all blue, his two sons flanking behind him on horseback. The Wynters men had been the ones dispatched by King Jayas in search of a new queen and it had been Lord Wynters, the very made who had first elevated him to the throne who had now found the next two queens of the kingdom. This had only further endeared him to the king who now gave him and his sons this high place of honor.
For Lord Wynters cleared the way for the King himself. A pair of Leriyan dwarf elephants, trained and imported for the elaborate ceremony that was set to be the grandest in Meyarieno’s history, made their way down the street side by side. Though smaller than Deritain Elephants, which had been first sought after, it was determined that was better for them to actually fit on the street and easier to actually train. Elaborate cushioned saddles has been strapped onto them, upon which sat the King and the Crown Prince.
The King of the Meyarines was dressed in a white fipari. They wore angi shirts, which were loose shear white long sleeve shirts with high collars. The angi was tucked into their trousers and secured with a cloth belt, forming a slightly top heavy silhouette. Beneath the angi was a simple thin under shirt that hid the chest. They wore blue formal sandals. A silk purple sash was draped over his shoulder and around his waist, a ceremonial bejeweled sword in his waist. The King was a tall man, his body battle harden, with salt and pepper hair and dark brown skin.
Next to him, well, a few steps behind, was his son atop his very own elephant. A slightly shorter one. The Crown Prince was a short young man, little more than a thin teenager. He had thick curly back hair and dark brown skin. Dressed in the same outfit as his father and from affair, he looked princely, though he didn’t possess that commanding authoritative aura of his father. Whatever short comings the crown prince might have had however were overshadowed by the rest of the procession.
Behind the elephants, at a safe distance, came a virtual army of footmen dressed in blue and yellow, hoisting up golden winged lions, each one shiny and precious.