A Wedding and Coronation (IC, MT, OPEN)

[Camelone]

Cnoc na Teamhrach was a buzz with activity as the city swelled with nobles and commoners alike excited to see their sovereign married and claim the mantle of High King, it was a festive atmosphere with even the beggar flying the Royal colors. The city had swelled so much that the Archbishop had to have his officers set up campsites on the outskirts of the city so that the city would not be congested with squatters and others without a roof over their head due to the massive influx of people. On the outskirts the foreigner dignitaries were introduced to their translators and their Camelonean honor guard of knights, five knights per delegation, flying the Royal colors at the front and the national colors of the delegations respective color along the sides. They would be led through the streets of Cnoc na Teamhrach the streets full of royal regalia as the colors were being waved in the streets and music could be heard, singing songs about the martial accomplishments of King Frederick and songs about the strength of Camelone.

The Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach was a structure of beauty built in the Romanesque style with strong thick walls and fresco depicting the events of Revelations circled around grimly reminding everyone who gazed upon them the consequences of a sinful life. Along the walls stood Royal guards dressed in ceremonial dress uniforms and a rifle slung over their shoulders standing at attention with a sword hanging from their hip and various nobles stood along the aisle with their hands firmly placed upon their swords. The foreign delegates were announced with the Archbishop's guards slamming their polearms into the ground in greetings, their faces obscured by their helmets, no voice echoed out the delegates titles but most of the nobles seemed to notice them immediately. Brought forward they sat close to the front, the nobility mixed in with them and in the back various commoners stood wearing the best clothes they owned and even more lined the streets and were gathered at the entrance to catch a glimpse of King Frederick and Princess Freja. As the crowd waited many people were chatting with each other, some glancing over at the teasa with either a gaze of curiosity or anger.

King Frederick was to arrive at the cathedral first followed by his 12 most trusted knights and nobles dressed in the armor his forefathers would have worn into battle riding in with his sword in one hand and a crucifix in the other while the knights carried lances with the flag of Camelone flowing in the breeze. Once the king reached the steps of the cathedral the carriage carrying Princess Freja and her family would begin, that was the plan at the least. Joy was in the air and Camelone looked forward to greatness that they could all see with their High King on the throne once more and the political connection between Heaven and Earth once more restored.

OOC

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

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[The Frozen Forest]

Sunlight poured through the window cold window of the carriage. The inside was decorated with beautiful purple banners and plush seats that were finely made and screamed of great wealth. The floor, roof and door were all made from Oak wood, and Freja was reminded of home. Crammed inside the carriage with her were her two brothers and her father. She hadn't seen them since she'd originally departed for Camelone not so long ago, in order to win the hand of her soon to be husband. The sight of her father in prayer was nothing unusual, though the intense expression he wore brought the whole event into focus. "Faðer var sa er er a himnum. Verði nafn þitt hæilagt. Til come riki þitt. Værði vili þin sva a iarðu sem í himnum. Brauð várt hit hælga gef þu oss í dag. ok hværn dag. Fyri gæf oss varar sakar sva sem vér fyr gęfom varom saku nautum. Guð drotten lat æigi hinn arga diofull læiða oss í pinsl með sér. Fræls oss fra illu." The Lords Prayer in their native Frozen Forestrian, or rather Old Norse.

On the seat beside the old King sat her brother, the Crown Prince of The Frozen Forest, Ivan. He'd been smiling ever since he'd arrived at the airport, it was apparent that he had wanted to visit Camelone ever since she had written those letters home. He had chosen to come here instead of another, different Coronation, despite the protest of her father. She appreciated having him there, his cheerfulness had eased some of her anxieties.

Her brother Ari had to cancel one of his horse-riding competitions to attend, and he didn't seemed pleased. It was apparent that her brothers were to find and meet other dignitaries while in Camelone, Alvor certainly hoped they might too find suitable brides here at her wedding. She doubted they would, at least Ari wouldn't, but she couldn't break her fathers hope on a day like today. She leaned back, looking out at the people who had gathered to watch what was to be a momentous event in the history of Camelone and the Frozen Forest. She waved, forcing a bright smile despite the butterflies welling up inside her.

The Frozen Forest would of course be throwing huge celebrations in honor of the wedding. Even the Communist Party had to permit them, and these sorts of occasions always called for parties at home, in taverns and in parks. The whole event would be broadcast to millions, from the Western Territories to the Heartlands. Her heart was racing, and jitters were abundant. She played with her dress, the soft silky feeling gave her some relief.

[AHSCA]

Ever since her visit to visit to Kyrenaia Marcella had vowed to become a more sociable Duchess and ideally get out to more engagements and galas when possible. She usually had her Officers take care of those matters so she could focus on business at home. But even a leader needs time away from the office just to unwind from pressure. What better than a most romantic and happy occasion of a wedding! And a coronation to boot what a great opportunity. Marcella with the help of her trusted maiden back home picked out the perfect outfit, it was less formal than what she even wore in Kyrenaia, which is also what she commonly wore as Duchess including her state portrait, but no less a lovely looking gown. A light pink top meshing into her long pink skirt. Upon arrival in in the beautiful Camelone, she was greeted by their officials and whisked away just as quickly to where the events would be held. Tailing beind her was her silent but ever present bodyguard, a high ranking Crimson Knight woman sworn to protect her no matter what. It made Marcella just a bit sheepish considering she knew a Kyrenaia delegation would be here and they would simply rely on the host's own security presence.

Upon her arrival there, she was greeted by another, a young dark haired woman named Maruxa approached Marcella in a gingerly fashion and bowed before her. How strange, it wasn't common for those outside the islands to really bow to Marcella. "Your Majesty, a real honor to finally meet you at last."

"Ah thank you." Marcella replied still a bit awestruck given she was a guest. She expected usual court manners but nothing quite like this. Maybe she was a handmaiden charged to care for her, similar to the ones in Kyrenaia.

"I'm Maruxa Alberte, I'm serving as your Interpreter."

"Oh my, thank you kindly, please you don't need to bow for me, I'm only a guest here."

"Oh but contrare, Milady, you are technically my Duchess as well." She replied having stayed on one knee

"Eh?"

"Ah you see, I was born to islander parents who immigrated here years ago." (ooc: at least I hope this works if not it can be disregarded and she can just be native) "By that extension it makes me a citizen of the isles and thus your subject. My parents have seldom missed a day to tell me all about my roots and thus my kinship with a home I've never known is strong. I will serve you while you stay here, Milady"

"Aaah please, please stand. Thank you, all I ask of you is to help me with the language. Nothing more will be needed"

"Very well. Don't worry I have a way with words and everything you say will be admired."

Marcella was still a bit uneasy with this strange young lady. "Please, let's go in, I believe a few guests have already arrived and it's not proper to be late."

"Ah yes, certainly." she with the young stranger and guard entered. What a beautiful sight to see how this place was built and designed it was truly a picture of loveliness. Marcella looked with a wide eyed smile while her bodyguard and interpreter largely remained stoic.

"Oooh" She pulled out notes left to her by her Foreign Officer about who was in attendance and it was attending members of The Frozen Forest which was where the bride hailed from. How lucky her family was, she wondered when it would be her turn and well who would come if anyone? Okay this isn't the time to think of one's own self but be happy for the bride and groom.

"Remember, Milady I'm here to help you with any languages you may need. At the risk of sounding too perfect I'm quite adept with many languages."

"Well I can manage English okay but thanks because I'm sure I'll need help with the others. Asuna..." She noticed her guard scouting things intently "Please relax, just watch my back is all you need to do."

"As you wish." she simply replied

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

Camelone, Cnoc na Teamhrach, Cathedral
Kaiser Crassus, his sister(Maria), and their 3 guards arrived via horse. It would've been an odd sight to anyone seeing them-a Winged hussar leading the procession, followed by a young man wearing a pickelhaube, dressed in a similar fashion as a WW1 German officer and a Szabla wz. 34 as well as a Koncerz strapped to his side, followed by his sister(dressed in a similar fashion to her brother, but with a tricorne in place of a pickelhaube), and then with 2 Fallschirmjaegers dressed as Prussian Hussars.

As they rounded the corner, Kaiser Crassus pulled the reins on his horse. The other 4 did so as well, and they tied their horses to a nearby lamppost. They entered the church, all of them making the sign of the cross as they entered.

Crassus took off his helmet. "Maria, don't cause a diplomatic incident. Adolf*, I trust you can speak the local language?"
One of the Fallschirmjaegers nodded. "Ja, Kaiser, I do."
Maria sighed. "Once again, Crassus, I will not. The locals would put my head on a spike if I tried anything."
Crassus turned to the winged Hussar. "Casimir, you have our gifts to our hosts?"
The hussar nodded. "Tak." He motioned to the second flintlock, and then to the leather-bound bible on his belt.
Crassus patted the Koncerz. "Alright, we're good."
They went off to one of the areas in the back, and waited for their hosts to arrive.


*No connection with Adolf Hitler.

OOC: Jesus Christ, that was a pain in the ass to type.

[Akaran Islands]

The Royal Automobile pulled up, and an attendant opened its door. Out first stepped King Senaso, in a dark blue naval uniform and wearing a traditional white beya. A cavalry sabre was strapped to his belt, held in a scabbard gilded in gold. His wife, Queen Aita exited next, in a red silk dress with the coat of arms of the Jotai dynasty woven into the back. The former Chancellor, Mr. Sonko, was the last notable person to leave the car, dressed in a black suit with a sash decorated with traditional African patterns.
The trio approached the churxh, followed by two guards. The King and Queen both did the sign of the cross before entering, the former Chancellor giving a small bow of respect. They took their places, the King in the middle, the Queen to his right, and the former Chancellor to his left. The guards stood on the ends of the group, scanning the church for possible exits if need be.
"Your Majesty" Mr. Sonko turned to the King "I trust we have a translator"
"Of course Paoboy" said the King "Yosev is getting him, they should be here shortly"
"Excellent" smiled Mr Sonko "In the meantime, I suggest we try to get to know the few people here we can talk to. If that so pleases Your Grace of course"
"In due time, Paoboy" replied the King, and he rested his hand above his wife's

[The Scarlet Eagle]

As the 3 EagleCars Bearcats unmarked roll through the streets of Cnoc na Teamhrach, their passengers discuss among themselves.
"At last we have set foot in Camelone for the first time in history, says Foreign Minister Andrei Raskievitch, wearing a black tuxedo with a tie, from the rear seat of the center vehicle
-True, replies Francis Munster, the interpreter working for the Scarlet Eaglean Ministry of Foreign Affairs. At least I didn't learn this language for nothing. And the country in itself is way better than I imagined.
-You're right, answers General Frederic Omanski, head of the Shadow Raptors (secret police), dressed in manner similar to Andrei, but with his vest opened revealing a black bulletproof vest with his agency's seal over his left breast. Our Honor Guard to be nicer than we expected. But this could all be a facade.
-General, relax, says Andrei with a smile. It's true that the ideologies our countries defend are at complete opposite, but we are here to go beyond these differences and make a good impression. Besides, why would our Honor Guard be mean to us guests?
-In that case, I suppose I can not make a joke about the fact that the country is clean despite being stuck in the middle ages? asks Captain Boris Leveski, Frederic head of security, from the front seat of the Bearcat.
-Absolutely not! replies Omanski in an angry tone. Just like Minister Raskievitch said, we're here to make a good impression, even if we have our differences! Do not try to fuck up this event with your sorry excuses for a joke, Captain! I, too, think the last Bastion Ideology is too extreme on certain things, but if it works for them, let it be! As long as they don't come preaching to us about it. Remember that the Spirits want us to tolerate other religions and opinions, whenever possible.
-You're right. Sorry Sir. It's a good thing that our honor Guard is riding in the back vehicle, otherwise they would have heard us.
-About that, asks MFASF Captain Georgy Salarov from the driver seat, do you think some of them may belong to the Royal Inquisition, General?
-No, I haven't felt it. Don't worry Captain, they're not going to put hot lead in your head, this is not the time, replies Frederic with a smile.
-Thank the Spirits, replies Georgy. Joke aside, do we take the gifts with us in the Cathedral or do w let them in the cars for later at the Celebration
-I'll take them, answers Francis while loking at the 2 suitcases housing the Kings pistol and the Queen necklace. For the crate with the food items, we'll leave it in the car."
A few minutes later, the 3 Black Armored SUVs arrive in front of the Cathedral and stop.
"All right Gentlemen, says Andrei, time to make the best impression of our Empire! And don't forget to be nice to the other delegations, we're here for that as well.
-Yes Sir! repleis the rest of the passengers".
As the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Security Forces Soldiers, clad in their dark green Dress Uniforms, make a row with the Camelone honor guard out of the car, the Shadow Raptors open the door for Raskievitch, Omanski, their heads of Security, Munster, as well as the news team. While Andrea Gormaud, a young female reporter for Scarlet Eagle 24 News, starts to film some elemtns wih her crew, the rest of the Delegation enters the Cathedral, and make the sign of the cross when they enter (just as we said before, we respect other religions, and try to participate in their customs when it's possbiel and doesn't look barbaric to us).
-Well, some other delegations are already here, Mr Raskievitch, what do we do? asks Omanski while checking discreetly that his USP 45 is still in his belt holster.
-We wait and see, General, observe, try to learn from them, then let them come or go meet them. It's a technique that I applied everytime during my carreer, and i never deceived me. Now, let's go take our designated spot at the front."

[Kyrenaia]

Camelone...
Home of a nation of Christian fanatics and very, very devout people with a martial complex, that the old word of an army having a state and not vice versa came to mind. The Foreign Office of Kyrenaia, however, had received an invitation to the wedding and coronation of King Frederick and his wife to be, Princess Freja Björk of the Frozen Forest. All of that would take place in Cnoc na Teamhrach and its most beautiful Place of Worship, the Cathedral, who quite curiously if one asked the Kyrenaians had no benches.
How could they say no to the chance to pursue diplomatic relations with Camelone and other nations sending representatives to this wedding?
That was before both Princess Aurelia bint-Damir and her father, Prince Damir ibn-Razia, learned that the Head of State of an important ally to Kyrenaia, a certain Duchess Marcella Villa, was present as well. There was a bit of a history between the two young women, and Aurelia herself called the relationship between them 'complicated' for now.
Prince Damir, a tall man with a brown mop of hair crowning his head and golden eyes, adjusted the collar of his uniform. As this was a very martial country, he appeared in uniform and as the only uniform he had earned the right to wear was the uniform of a Lieutenant of the Utica Metropolitan Police Motorcycle Squads, he wore the dress uniform. He wore it rarely, usually preferring suit and tie, but with pride.
Heavy leather boots and dark blue pants, the latter tucked into the former, a light blue shirt with a black tie under a dark blue jacket, rank insignia on both the sleeves of the shirt and on epaulettes of the jacket, covered by a black chesterfield coat of leather with markings showing his unit and division, as well as the city. The police officer in blue dress looked regal and absolute, strong and harsh, like the law he applied...
...or rather had applied, he had served with the Motorcycle Squadrons as a young man, during his Service, but did not anymore.
His daughter had a more limited selection of possible uniforms, she was still a student after all - and that was one uniform she was allowed to wear, the HGA's. The other was a set of armour, the half-cuirass typical for the Selkie, of which she was half, and Lieutenant within the HGA's Horseman Squadron. As a school uniform, even the Haram Girls' Academy's Ceremonial Uniform, was not exactly appropriate for a wedding, she had gone with a dress.
At least she didn't have to wear high heels with the black, floor-length v-neck dress, sleek and fitting to her form, a slim sash around her waist helping with accentuating her curvy figure just a smidgen. The back was partially open, not showing too much skin, but also not too little, and her shoulders were technically bare, if it weren't for a jacket she wore above the dress. For dancing at the reception, her dress had a high side-slit.
Sadly, it was no illusion dress, but one couldn't have everything in life, she thought.
Their translator, a man from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, was dressed in a suit and tie, providing them with running commentary about what happened at the moment and why it happened. Their position was rather close to the altar, with a good view of it... and of Camelone onto them.
That was, however, a different story as their honour guard escorted them. It was a highly ceremonial affair, but both Kyrenaians couldn't help but think, that it was contagious: The happy and celebratory atmosphere, the suspense at the bride's dress, many things. Of course, the two of them personally were happy for the two of them, but the Special Ambassadors wondered about the implications: Camelone and the Frozen Forest, tied together... where that would end?
And then... Aurelia's eyes spotted the most lovely woman today in her eyes. Marcella, the UIS' wise, albeit young, but very beautiful Duchess.
She gulped.
"Calm breaths.", her father recommended with a smile, whispering to her, "I believe, that we are positioned close to her." Aurelia gulped again. "Don't worry."

[The Frozen Forest]

As the Frozen Forestrian Carriage arrived in front of the Cathedral, the Royal Family exited. Every step caused another wave of anxiety to rush through her, it was unusual for her to be so affected by something. Her own wedding, she hadn't thought it could have ever worked out when she first arrived in Camelone, yet somehow Frederick found her to be the best suitor. She thought back to the Library where she had found him, and how he couldn't sleep because of his nightmares. From that moment to this, it was a lot to take in. Her father had been overjoyed when he'd first heard the news, and he finally stopped praying as they made their way out of the wooden transport. Suddenly there was a burning desire in her chest, she wanted to find Frederick now that she had arrived. Would she have the chance to speak with him before the Wedding? Before the Coronation?

Alvor rested his hand on her shoulder, offering a bright smile above a beard as white as snow. "Everything will be alright. Take a deep breath, Älskling." She gave a short nod, her hair waving smoothly as she replied "Yes, father." She took a deep breath, temporarily subsiding her butterflies. Ivan exited the carriage behind her father and offered her a "It'll be alright, sis" before making his way past them. His richly decorated suit made him stand out among the groups of people who were entering the Cathedral. He made the sign of the cross and entered just behind a foreign delegation.

Just behind him came Ari, dressed in a less expensive but Frozen Forestrian made Skraeving Suit. The pair were sure of themselves, and though they appeared flashy they both appeared welcoming, even if Ari were sour underneath the facade. They passed the doors and Ivan slipped past a young pink-haired girl and her interpreter. Ari wasn't so careful though, accidentally bumping into the young girl and turning to face her. He was greeted by a pair of blue eyes, he immediately recognized her as the Duchess of the AHSCA. One of the few faces he had taken the time to view when the list of potential guests had been drawn up in Truvaria. "Sorry, i didn't see you standing there." He offered a half-hearted smile and rushed forwards after his brother before the situation could become awkward.

Freja and Alvor entered finally, passing Ari who had stopped to speak with someone. She looked around carefully as a few Frozen Forestrian Guards arrived to surround her. She searched the room quickly for the unmistakable face of Camelones soon-to-be Coronated King. She kneaded her dress, its green fabric being angelically soft and delicate in her palm. Its design was judged superior to over 200 others by a poll held in the Capital City of the Frozen Forest, and it was sewn with a combination of Charmeuse Silk and normal Silk. The dress had cost over 800,000$ NSD, an expense afforded in its entirety by the Royal Family. She didn't particularly like the green color, though it was traditional in the Frozen Forest for wedding dresses to be Green, in order to symbolize a harmony with Nature.

[Lux Pulchrae]

The carriage rode through the streets and onlookers watched the open carriage lead the two men to the cathedral. Inside sat two men, on the left side was the younger one with the beard, white military jacket and gold pectoral cross was Cleone d'Angeli, the king of Lux Pulchrae. Next to him was an older man in a red-lined black cassock, also wearing silver pectoral cross, purple sash around his waist and a purple zucchetto on his head, was Giovani Neromari, the Archbishop of Amaglione and Lux Pulchrae. And in-between them sat a rather large icon of the Madonna and Child in Byzantine style.

Cleone waved in semi-excitement as the people seemed even more excited for the event. There was nothing he loved more than a coronation, even more it was a Catholic one. "Wish we could get this kind of crowd back home. Well it's not everyday you get a coronation, what do you think Your Eminence?". He asked as he looked over to see the archbishop blessing the crowds with a sign of the cross.
The archbishop spoke as he continued to bless the crowds "These people are very zealot, passionate for Christ it seems..
Cleone prodded him again "If they are so zealous and pious, why the blessings?"
"Because they are borderline schismatics, my son." he responded.

Finally they arrived at the cathedral, they looked up at the rather beautiful temple. Cleone got out first and went around to the other side to open the archbishop's door. The bishop handed Cleone the icon as he got out and walked up the steps into the cathedral. As they both entered they dipped their right hand in holy water, crossing their forehead and hearts. Cleone entered the actual church first, followed by the archbishop wish his hand together at his waist. As he walked down the aisle towards their seats, above his head the king held the icon as if to show everyone. Arriving at the end of the aisle, they genuflected in front of the Blessed Sacrament and stood up before taking their place, Cleone now held the image below his chin, wondering what to do with it.
"Am I supposed to hold this the entire ceremony" he asked the archbishop.
"You can try." he answered as he snickered.

[AHSCA]

Marcella watched the many guests filtering in and them being announced if any. There were already quite a few, no doubt this was the event of the year. "Quite an array of people." Her eyes also befell onto none other than Aurelia bint-Damir of Kyrenaia. Marcella knew Kyrenaia would be here but didn't know who and this made things a bit more complicated. She and Aurelia had a bit of a thing going on. A complicated relationship with each other bouncing the ideas of being lovers, close friends, surrogate sisters, etc. She thought she should say hi to Aurelia at least and of course being in a Christian nation it was probably best to play their feelings towards one another on the down low and approach as a fellow noble to another. But what to say? She thought it out in her head when suddenly

Just behind him came Ari, dressed in a less expensive but Frozen Forestrian made Skraeving Suit. The pair were sure of themselves, and though they appeared flashy they both appeared welcoming, even if Ari were sour underneath the facade. They passed the doors and Ivan slipped past a young pink-haired girl and her interpreter. Ari wasn't so careful though, accidentally bumping into the young girl and turning to face her. He was greeted by a pair of blue eyes, he immediately recognized her as the Duchess of the AHSCA. One of the few faces he had taken the time to view when the list of potential guests had been drawn up in Truvaria. "Sorry, i didn't see you standing there." He offered a half-hearted smile and rushed forwards after his brother before the situation could become awkward.

Marcella was nearly knocked form her feet when bumped into by the well dressed Ari of the Frozen Forest. No big deal Marcella shrugged it off and smiled back "Ah, don't worry about it, it's okay. I don't tend to stand out much plus it's my fault for spacing out. No harm done." she offered her hand out to greet the man "Duchess Villa, of the AHSCA." She decided for the moment to talk with him, there will probably be plenty of time to say hello to Aurelia later.

[The Frozen Forest]

Ari's dash was stopped after a step when the girl greeted him, offering her hand and her name. Spinning on his heel he took her hand as gently as he could. "Prince Ari of The Frozen Forest. Its a pleasure to meet you Duchess, i've wanted to visit the state of Aurora since i was a child." It was the usual small talk that he was expected, to put on his most pleasant smile and be as charming as he knew how. The truth was though, that he did want to visit Aurora since he was a child. The Duchess, her face was new but the AHSCA was a popular destination for the Frozen Forestrian Royal House to visit on Holiday, though only as normal, if not wealthy tourists. "Your gown is beautiful, might i say."

Prince Ivan had reached his intended spot and had yet to meet any of the guests. Turning to find that his brother was engaged in a conversation with a pink-haired girl. His sister was aside near the door, looking unusually anxious about something, probably just wedding jitters. Rather than dallying by himself, perhaps it was a good idea to mingle with the guests. Nearby he took note of two men, one holding a large icon. So many different nations and leaders gathered in one place! There one one delegation which stood out, one of the members wore a large fur cap that looked not unlike those of the British, Queens Royal Guards. A Beya perhaps? He decided that he would speak to them first, and then perhaps meet with the other guests.

Close by a guard trailed him, he adjusted his suit before approaching the three guests. The guards surrounding them would have naturally stopped him from getting close to the man and whom he presumed was his wife, and the other woman. He smiled at the guards before greeting the group. "Hello, my name is Ivan Björk of The Frozen Forest." He extended his hand though not so far as to make any of the guards nervous. Getting into an incident at Freja's wedding, she would kill him.

[Wurttem]

The King had finished his cigar just as soon as he had arrived. The car had stopped right outside the cathedral, 4 of the 5 occupants excluding the driver, had exited said car. The two guards, the translator, and Krzesisław. The translator who had come along was a tall, slim boy around 16 to 18 years of age, light blonde hair, and a dark blue uniform.
"Piotr?"
"T-tak, Wasza Wysokość?"
With this small exchange, Krzesisław ordered the translator beside him and the guards in front as they stepped into the cathedral.
(OOC: I know this is an extremely short post but please bear with me, I have family issues going on so I couldn't post that often, I'll return to regular posting with regular length posts within a day or two, I do hope you understand.)

[Mervay]

Cathedral of Cnoc,Cnoc na Teamhrach,Camelone
An group of Lexus LS with the royal flag of Mervay in their sides was stoping outside of the Cathedral in where the Wedding was happening in one of the vehicles the Queen of Mervay and her sister were present and in the other the Prime Minister and an Traslator from the Kingdom,the vehicles were being drived by Royal Guard agents one of them an close agent of trust of the queen,the Lt.Colonel Jessica Rosewell leader of the royal personal guard the Black knights. Once the two vehicles stoped in the Cathedral entrance the agents that were dressed with their formal militar uniforms opened the doors of the two vehicles in the first an young beautiful girl of 18 years wearining an large blue dress was leaving the vehicle and it was followerd by an young woman of 23 years that wears an beautiful black dress was leaving the car too the first that leaved the car was the queen as the second who leaved the car was her older sister Aoi and in the second vehicle an young man of 24 years was leaving the vehicle the man was the translator that the royal family requested his name was David Ferris an expert of languages and then an second man leaved the car this time an 42 years man that wears an Black suit the man in question was the prime minister vianna once that all of them were out of the car they will talk a little and then go to the inside of the cathedral.

"Here we are once we enter have fun and enjoy the weeding since it might serve as an break for all the issues we have home with that" says Akane as she calls Jessica

"Jessica you will enter with us to the cathedral,tell to the rest of the guards to wait in the vehicles" says akane

"Yes Akane ahh and here are the gifts for the Husband and the wife" says Rosewell as hands to Akane the Zaphire bracelet and the diamonds collar and to Edward the sword.

"Thanks alright remember have fun,enjoy the weeding and the coronation and maybe find the love" says Akane as she stares to Aoi saying the small part of the sentence.

"W-who knows maybe here I find it as so you little sister" says Aoi to Akane making her blush a little as the rest laughs a little including her

"Alright,alright we need to enter ladies who knows if the weeding begun" says Edward as he see the hour in his watch.

"You right well time to met new people and enjoy the love and happiness that an weeding makes in us" says Akane as she,Aoi,Edward,Mr.Ferris and the Lt.Colonel go to meet the Camelone guards for them and then enters in the cathedral in where they divide and see if they can begun an conversation with someone

[Camelone]

Clad in the steely grey of his armor from shoulder to toes Frederick rode through the streets of Cnoc na Teamhrach escorted by his 12 most trusted and accomplished knights and nobles, each one adorned with rolling and interconnected Celtic knots across their faces. In their right hand they carried a lance flying the Royal colors of the High Kingdom and sitting on their left shoulder was a white cap with the Royal Eagle proudly displayed. As he passed by cheers erupted from the crowd as they caught sight of their king, with many snapping off salutes, the kings gaze fixed directly in front of himself. Frederick looked to be a warrior of old with his blonde hair spiked in the way the Celtic warriors of old would and his ancestral sword hanging by his hip, a warrior king certainly and a king much loved by his people. His 12 followers followed in two lines of six flanking the king and raising their lances up in salute every now and then eliciting more cheers from the crowd, they were an assortment of ages but what unified them was the obvious feature on all of them that they were veterans and battle hardened.

They arrived at the cathedral and Frederick gracefully dismounted, his horse led away and his 12 followers following close behind, reaching the top of the stairs he turned around to face the crowd. Clicking his heels together he gave the Roman salute to the crowd and shouted "God protect Camelone!" Turning once more with a flourish of his cape Frederick entered the cathedral crossing himself as he passed the threshold. At his entrance the Archbishop's guard slammed their polearms into the ground once more and announced his presence and the Archbishop himself, with a procession of priests, walked down the aisle to the king who was again flanked by his 12 Knight Palatine's. Halting a few feet away from the king the Archbishop began to speak.

"Hail King Frederick Krieger, Defender of the Faith and Bear of the North. Kneel and surrender to the Prince of Peace." Unsheathing his sword he knelt and offered the handle to the Archbishop who took it graciously and handed it off to a priest. The 12 Knight Palatine's began to take his armor off folding up his cape tightly and removing every form of armor from his body leaving him kneeling with only his steel boots and his trousers on. Standing bare chested it revealed that the blue Celtic knots swirled across his chest and arms connecting perfectly to the knots on his face, and how much he put his body on the line so as to secure his throne and to fight for his people. A small group of people moved forward with a blue tunic and Frederick stood so as to help put it on him and the Archbishop spoke once more "The people clothe you and our your responsibility. Your conduct towards them is what the Lord God will see on your Final Judgement." With the tunic on and secured the shoulder cape was once more put on by Duke O'Devlin. A member of each of the Estates walked up to Frederick next each bearing a golden torc, one was placed on each wrist and on each ankle. "We shower you in treasure but always remember that in tyranny the glint of gold becomes the cold steel of shackles, you rule in our name not over us. Freemen tolerate not the heavy hand of the tyrant." And finally three more men approached, the Grandmaster of the Tomb Guards wearing full black and his skull helmet mask tucked under his arm revealing a pale and sunken face, the red lenses of the Lord Inquisitor's gas mask glinted in the sunlight it caught, and the simple brown habit of the Abbot of the most ancient monastery of Camelone approached. The four leaders of the Camelonean clergy gathered around Frederick and laid their hands upon him, after a short prayer the clergy released the king, returning to their former positions within the cathedral, and his sword was returned. With the formality done Frederick straightened up and began walking down the aisle, the nobles along the sides of the aisle unsheathed their swords and held them up as the king and his knight palatine's made their way forward. Arriving in front of the alter Frederick and his followers knelt and crossed themselves with the knight palatine's splitting up and the king standing at the alter rail, hand resting lazily on his sword as he waited nothing betraying the nerves that he was feeling. Nearby stood Senschal Cormac Kendrick wearing his formal black suit he always seems to wear and having a giant smile plastered on his face.

[Kyrenaia]

Clad in the steely grey of his armor from shoulder to toes Frederick rode through the streets of Cnoc na Teamhrach escorted by his 12 most trusted and accomplished knights and nobles, each one adorned with rolling and interconnected Celtic knots across their faces. In their right hand they carried a lance flying the Royal colors of the High Kingdom and sitting on their left shoulder was a white cap with the Royal Eagle proudly displayed. As he passed by cheers erupted from the crowd as they caught sight of their king, with many snapping off salutes, the kings gaze fixed directly in front of himself. Frederick looked to be a warrior of old with his blonde hair spiked in the way the Celtic warriors of old would and his ancestral sword hanging by his hip, a warrior king certainly and a king much loved by his people. His 12 followers followed in two lines of six flanking the king and raising their lances up in salute every now and then eliciting more cheers from the crowd, they were an assortment of ages but what unified them was the obvious feature on all of them that they were veterans and battle hardened.

They arrived at the cathedral and Frederick gracefully dismounted, his horse led away and his 12 followers following close behind, reaching the top of the stairs he turned around to face the crowd. Clicking his heels together he gave the Roman salute to the crowd and shouted "God protect Camelone!" Turning once more with a flourish of his cape Frederick entered the cathedral crossing himself as he passed the threshold. At his entrance the Archbishop's guard slammed their polearms into the ground once more and announced his presence and the Archbishop himself, with a procession of priests, walked down the aisle to the king who was again flanked by his 12 Knight Palatine's. Halting a few feet away from the king the Archbishop began to speak.

"Hail King Frederick Krieger, Defender of the Faith and Bear of the North. Kneel and surrender to the Prince of Peace." Unsheathing his sword he knelt and offered the handle to the Archbishop who took it graciously and handed it off to a priest. The 12 Knight Palatine's began to take his armor off folding up his cape tightly and removing every form of armor from his body leaving him kneeling with only his steel boots and his trousers on. Standing bare chested it revealed that the blue Celtic knots swirled across his chest and arms connecting perfectly to the knots on his face, and how much he put his body on the line so as to secure his throne and to fight for his people. A small group of people moved forward with a blue tunic and Frederick stood so as to help put it on him and the Archbishop spoke once more "The people clothe you and our your responsibility. Your conduct towards them is what the Lord God will see on your Final Judgement." With the tunic on and secured the shoulder cape was once more put on by Duke O'Devlin. A member of each of the Estates walked up to Frederick next each bearing a golden torc, one was placed on each wrist and on each ankle. "We shower you in treasure but always remember that in tyranny the glint of gold becomes the cold steel of shackles, you rule in our name not over us. Freemen tolerate not the heavy hand of the tyrant." And finally three more men approached, the Grandmaster of the Tomb Guards wearing full black and his skull helmet mask tucked under his arm revealing a pale and sunken face, the red lenses of the Lord Inquisitor's gas mask glinted in the sunlight it caught, and the simple brown habit of the Abbot of the most ancient monastery of Camelone approached. The four leaders of the Camelonean clergy gathered around Frederick and laid their hands upon him, after a short prayer the clergy released the king, returning to their former positions within the cathedral, and his sword was returned. With the formality done Frederick straightened up and began walking down the aisle, the nobles along the sides of the aisle unsheathed their swords and held them up as the king and his knight palatine's made their way forward. Arriving in front of the alter Frederick and his followers knelt and crossed themselves with the knight palatine's splitting up and the king standing at the alter rail, hand resting lazily on his sword as he waited nothing betraying the nerves that he was feeling. Nearby stood Senschal Cormac Kendrick wearing his formal black suit he always seems to wear and having a giant smile plastered on his face.

At the arrival of King Frederick, Prince Damir could not help to begin comparing the ceremony with the Enthronement of an Ilkhan - no Sultan had been crowned in his lifetime, and while there were enough recordings of his Mother's Enthronement, he had not been there, had not felt the atmosphere. He had, however, felt the atmosphere at two Enthronement of Ilkhans.
In any case, the ceremony at entrance was watched with keen eyes, noting similarities and differences. The Roman Salute made both Kyrenaian Royals raise eyebrows, while their translator provided running commentary and translations in hushed whispers.
The appellation and welcoming was different then it was done in Kyrenaia, a handmaiden (usually either the youngest or the oldest of the Household) announced the Prince or Princess, who would be enthroned, who would enter after that.
In general, Enthronements were not held in temples and the Prince or Princess would not be redressed. They would be reminded of their duties and obligations, though, by a Handmaiden (either the oldest or the youngest, depending on who had announced him), by a Priest of the enthronee's God, by a Tabardariyya (who's long axes not only served to protect the inhabitant of the palace they guarded, but also to protect the people from the inhabitant of the palace) and by both a child and an elder, similarly to how the redressing reminded Frederick of his new duties and obligations. The Priest would speak blessings.
Except for the Tabardariyya, it was seen as highly uncouth to arrive openly armed to such an occassion, though, contrary to Camelone.
Still, despite similarities and differences in this first part of the ceremony, it was interesting to watch.
As he passed the Kyrenaians, the two Royals lowered their heads in respect, having no sword to draw or axes to present. Maybe, they thought, they might have made an exception and should have taken a few men of the Tabardariyya with them, but that was another concern. No need to dwell on it now.
The two and their translator turned to watch the ceremony at the altar.
Later, maybe tomorrow, Aurelia would note in her diary about this first part: It showed three of the foundations of Camelone, or at least how I see them: The militaristic nature, everyone being openly armed at all times, even during such a joyous occassion, the piety with which they conduct themselves, remarkable at every turn of the way, and their deep rootings in their traditions and customs.

[AHSCA]

Ari's dash was stopped after a step when the girl greeted him, offering her hand and her name. Spinning on his heel he took her hand as gently as he could. "Prince Ari of The Frozen Forest. Its a pleasure to meet you Duchess, i've wanted to visit the state of Aurora since i was a child." It was the usual small talk that he was expected, to put on his most pleasant smile and be as charming as he knew how. The truth was though, that he did want to visit Aurora since he was a child. The Duchess, her face was new but the AHSCA was a popular destination for the Frozen Forestrian Royal House to visit on Holiday, though only as normal, if not wealthy tourists. "Your gown is beautiful, might i say."

"Ooh is that so?" She was glad to hear that someone wanted to visit her islands. "I'm so happy to hear that, we love visitors." At least the ones who committed to the trek to get to AHSCA but that's another matter. His praise of her dress made her light up "Thank you! This dress was tailor made just for me. I felt being in a Western Church warranted a modest and classic gown. And you look quite nice too, I may say." it was a shame only that her conversation had to be cut short with the arrival of the King which warranted attention "Your Majesty," Maruxa had to gently interrupt "It seems His Majesty King Fredrick is arriving"

"Oh of course," She turned back to the Prince "Prince Ari, let's chat more okay?" She still had to make time for Princess Aurelia too she hadn't seen her in some time. Being also from Camelone, naturally Maruxa had to bow before her King as well but still keeping up with conversation so Marcella could understand. A very talented young lady indeed.

[Mervay]

Clad in the steely grey of his armor from shoulder to toes Frederick rode through the streets of Cnoc na Teamhrach escorted by his 12 most trusted and accomplished knights and nobles, each one adorned with rolling and interconnected Celtic knots across their faces. In their right hand they carried a lance flying the Royal colors of the High Kingdom and sitting on their left shoulder was a white cap with the Royal Eagle proudly displayed. As he passed by cheers erupted from the crowd as they caught sight of their king, with many snapping off salutes, the kings gaze fixed directly in front of himself. Frederick looked to be a warrior of old with his blonde hair spiked in the way the Celtic warriors of old would and his ancestral sword hanging by his hip, a warrior king certainly and a king much loved by his people. His 12 followers followed in two lines of six flanking the king and raising their lances up in salute every now and then eliciting more cheers from the crowd, they were an assortment of ages but what unified them was the obvious feature on all of them that they were veterans and battle hardened.

They arrived at the cathedral and Frederick gracefully dismounted, his horse led away and his 12 followers following close behind, reaching the top of the stairs he turned around to face the crowd. Clicking his heels together he gave the Roman salute to the crowd and shouted "God protect Camelone!" Turning once more with a flourish of his cape Frederick entered the cathedral crossing himself as he passed the threshold. At his entrance the Archbishop's guard slammed their polearms into the ground once more and announced his presence and the Archbishop himself, with a procession of priests, walked down the aisle to the king who was again flanked by his 12 Knight Palatine's. Halting a few feet away from the king the Archbishop began to speak.

"Hail King Frederick Krieger, Defender of the Faith and Bear of the North. Kneel and surrender to the Prince of Peace." Unsheathing his sword he knelt and offered the handle to the Archbishop who took it graciously and handed it off to a priest. The 12 Knight Palatine's began to take his armor off folding up his cape tightly and removing every form of armor from his body leaving him kneeling with only his steel boots and his trousers on. Standing bare chested it revealed that the blue Celtic knots swirled across his chest and arms connecting perfectly to the knots on his face, and how much he put his body on the line so as to secure his throne and to fight for his people. A small group of people moved forward with a blue tunic and Frederick stood so as to help put it on him and the Archbishop spoke once more "The people clothe you and our your responsibility. Your conduct towards them is what the Lord God will see on your Final Judgement." With the tunic on and secured the shoulder cape was once more put on by Duke O'Devlin. A member of each of the Estates walked up to Frederick next each bearing a golden torc, one was placed on each wrist and on each ankle. "We shower you in treasure but always remember that in tyranny the glint of gold becomes the cold steel of shackles, you rule in our name not over us. Freemen tolerate not the heavy hand of the tyrant." And finally three more men approached, the Grandmaster of the Tomb Guards wearing full black and his skull helmet mask tucked under his arm revealing a pale and sunken face, the red lenses of the Lord Inquisitor's gas mask glinted in the sunlight it caught, and the simple brown habit of the Abbot of the most ancient monastery of Camelone approached. The four leaders of the Camelonean clergy gathered around Frederick and laid their hands upon him, after a short prayer the clergy released the king, returning to their former positions within the cathedral, and his sword was returned. With the formality done Frederick straightened up and began walking down the aisle, the nobles along the sides of the aisle unsheathed their swords and held them up as the king and his knight palatine's made their way forward. Arriving in front of the alter Frederick and his followers knelt and crossed themselves with the knight palatine's splitting up and the king standing at the alter rail, hand resting lazily on his sword as he waited nothing betraying the nerves that he was feeling. Nearby stood Senschal Cormac Kendrick wearing his formal black suit he always seems to wear and having a giant smile plastered on his face.

The Came of the King Frederick was an surprise for the Prime Minister,the Queen and Her sister and much their appear over the cathedral however it was soon notice that the Bride was here too or that's what they thought so maybe the first weeding was going to begin once the bride appears and they were expecting that it will happen in an matter of minutes. When the King and his Knights passed the Akane,Aoi,Edward,the guard of the queen and the translator all of them bowered in respect to him and once he was in the altar the translator begun to prepare to translate what the Archibishop,The King and The future Queen were going say once the Wedding begins meanwhile Akane told Aoi something.

"I readed that Frederick took charge of the Empire and the throne during the Raven Rebellion and when he was 17 years old" she says whispering.

"So he took the throne as the same age as you,but in an different circustance,in this case an civil war" responds Aoi as they now sit.

[The Autonomous region of Helsinki]

Finally, after waiting for so long, Sauli and Mikaeles exited the carriage that they were seated in so cramped.
"I wish Aino had mentioned the helipad somewhere. Sauli, are you sure that these people speak Finnish? Are you sure?" Mikaeles asked.
"No. They don't. Hopefully they speak English." The two men walked to where they were supposed to be, Mikaeles almost dropping the vodka he had in his arms.
They both watched the coming of King Frederic, Sauli thinking for some reason of Aino's husband Erich. The Translator soon arrived, and the two men signaled him over. Sauli finally sat down, but Mikaeles pulled him right back up.
"Not till he passes." He hissed. When the king did pass, the three of them bowed. Then Sauli sat down again, Mikaeles next to him.

[Akaran Islands]

Senaso looked back on Frederick. It looked odd to him, seeing the Camelone King donning metal armor, while everyone else stood in suits. Senaso was afraid he had dressed to cultural with his hat, but that was obviously not the case now.
He turned to his wife, "They're quite a traditional people aren't they?"
Senaso was quite puzzled when Frederick's knights began to unclothe him. The sight of a half naked, tattooed man wasn't something he'd expect in a cathedral. The translator had arrived just in time to explain to Senaso what was going on. It all made sense to him, but he still found it a little strange.
Senaso took a great interest in the contrast of the ceremony. The tattoos and hair, symbols of a pagan past, looked so foreign in a building full of Catholic symbolism. Senaso wondered how the men of Camelone had kept their ancient culture when so many other Europeans had abandoned it.
When Frederick passed, Senaso, Aita, and Sonko gave a slight bow.
"Congratulations your Majesty" Senaso said.
He didn't extends his hand, it would be rude to interrupt the ceremony. He just watched as Frederick walked up to the altar. The wedding would begin soon, he thought.

[Azadistan-land of the free]

I would like to congratulate and wish well on, the Royal house of your nation. -Sultan Ahmed.

[Mervay]

I would like to congratulate and wish well on, the Royal house of your nation. -Sultan Ahmed.

OOC: first sorry if I interrupt the RP and second no offense but if you want to be in the you most post an application in the OCC forum.

[The Scarlet Eagle]

As they watch the other delegations arrive, the Scarlet Eagleans chat among themselves:
"So, who should we meet first, Mr Raskievitch? asks General Frederic Omanski to the Foreign Minister.
-If possible, I will go and meet the Kyrenaian envoys, to take a fresh start after what happened in Va'a Mamao a few months back.
-Yeah, it was a sad story, replies Francis Munster. But if I may, Sir, I suggest that we talk about this later, because judging from the ruckus that is happening at the door, I think King Frederick has arrived.
-Exactly, I can see him, says Captain Goergy Salarov. Soldiers of the MFASF! In positions!"
As he says that, his fellow soldiers draw their swords and hold them blade pointing downwards (OOC: the swords we use are straight swords, not sabers or the like).
When King Frederick, accompanied by his fellow knights, pass in front of them, they hold their swords in front of their faces in a salute, while the Shadow Raptors stand at attention and put their hands to their foreheads in a military salute. As for General Omanski, Minister Raskievitch and Francis the translator, they put their fist to their hearts and bow their heads
"Spirits blessings upon you, Your Majesty" they say to him as he passes.
As his knights unclothe him, Andrei and Frederic start to think about the differences of this coronation and the one of their heads of state, Emperor Anaximander "The Scarlet" Blachkov and Empress Anna "The Scarlet" Blachkov, that happened 8 years ago.
"Quite a difference with us, eh? asks Francis.
-Indeed, replies Frederic with a smile. I remember clearly the young Emperor and his wife stepping in the Cathedral, (OOC: from our national religion, not christianity), clad in their Dress Uniforms, followed by their Alpha Squadrons of their Personal Guards, who are their childhood friends, and them kneeling in front of the Patriarch and receiving a laurel crown made of gold with a Scarlet Eagle in the front, after they swore to protect the Empire together. It's a shame that the mentalities of our 2 nations differ so greatly. From the few intel we've gathered, King Frederick too fought in a civil war. i think he would have some good stories to exchange with Anaximander and Anna.
-Maybe, finishes Raskievitch. But please Francis, continue the translation, asks the Minister to his subordinate.
As Francis translates what the different people present tell to Frederick, some informations catch the attention of Omanski and Raskievitch.
-Interesting, mutters the General. So he needs the support of his people after all. That's not what I thought at first. So much things to relearn from a new perspective...

[The Frozen Forest]

A sigh of relief broke through as Frederick and his guards entered the Cathedral. Jitters temporarily subsided, the question of whether she should join him near the front of the room bubbled forth. For all of her knowledge and wit, she found her heart pounding and she herself questioning what was to happen, despite having it gone over with her time after time prior to the day. She stopped the kneading of her dress, realizing how worried she must have looked.

It would be a good day, and she would have to go through with it a second time only two days later. Once again a hand on her shoulder calmed her fears, her father was an old man but he was comforting nonetheless. "We should probably get you up there, it would seem that he's waiting for you." The sound of chattering had died off somewhat and there was a silence in the room. Her father took her arm, standing at her side. A tune began to play and the procession began, As she traveled down the aisle she focused on the two men in front of her, Frederick and a seneschal.

It was actually happening, final bubbles and butterflies welling up inside her, she joined them at the Altar as her father took his place again. She rested her eyes on Frederick, focusing on his expression. She wondered if he was as nervous as she was, but he revealed nothing to her or the other guests.

Ari felt a small twinge of emotion as the Duchess's face lit up. He didn't often get smiles when he complimented someone, at least not real smiles. Most of the time, whether it be nobility or royalty, their smiles were half-hearted and fake. He felt a smile rise out of him when the compliment was returned, momentarily pulling at the bottom edge of the suit as though to verify to himself that he did indeed look nice.

"Thank you. I'd like that, if we could talk again later." The smile was genuine. He gave a short bow and took a step backwards, making his way over to Ivan who had seen the exchange and was chuckling to himself. "Who was that?" his eyes glinting mischievously, Ari shook his head to dismiss it. "The Duchess of the AHSCA, if you have to know. While you were racing past people i bumped into her, i felt i needed to apologize."

"Oh? That was a lot of smiling just for an apology. You don't fancy her now do you? Because i'm sure she already has hundreds of suitors." Ivans laugh was light-hearted and Ari couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. "It wasn't like that, like i said, i was just apologizing." The elder man gave Ari a punch on the shoulder and both turned to watch the procession.

Freja was as nervous as ever. He knew his daughter, it was written all over her face and he could feel it in the tenseness of her arm. King Alvor had survived both World Wars, dozens of assassination attempts and two plane crashes in his life, but how did he deal with a situation like this.

It was true that he had pushed her to find a husband and he hadn't really though that her trip to Camelone would come to anything, but it had. He didn't have any words he could say to comfort her wedding jitters, so as he left her at the Altar with Frederick, he offered a gentle word of advice. "I'm proud of you" she didn't seem to hear him, she was focused on something else. He made his way over to stand beside the Akaran islands and Helsinki delegations.

[Lux Pulchrae]

Cleone and Giovani looked on as Fredrick entered the cathedral with his knights, noting the use of the Roman Salute towards the crowd. It was sort of an unexpected gesture, the two looked at each other in slight surprise.
"Reminds me much of someone I know." the archbishop commented.
"That depends who you refer to. Me, my father or grandfather?" he asked
"All three, though your grandfather more. He was actually met with Mussolini."

Watching the Archbishop of Carmelone pass by with a procession of priests from the altar, they paid close attention from afar as the clergy surrounded Fredrick. Then the knights began to undress him and he stood revealed. Shocking Giovani, he gasped and responded in a quite noticeable volume among the silence "Dio mio! Che Blasfemia!"
"Your Eminence! Behave." Cleone instructed with a firm whisper.

The dressing up of Fredrick was done, as he walked down the aisle, the noble saluted. Knowing no other way, while still holding the icon, Cleone raised his hand in the Roman Salute and nudged Giovani to do the same until passing group reached the alter.

"Wait until Rome hears of this." the old man scoffed
"Why don't you speak with the archbishop after the ceremony. No good decisions are made with anger, Your Eminence." the king said suggestively

Cleone looked on among the crowd and noticed a familiar face, Prince Damir of Kyrenaia. "Your Eminence, hold this for one second. Thanks." he passed the icon onto the archbishop and shuffled his way towards him. Finally reaching the prince, he place a hand on his shoulder "Prince Damir, son of the Sultana." he greeted with a smile "What a pleasure it is to see you here." Just then, the bride had walked in.