Setting: Grand Cathedral of Fenia City
Weather: Very cloudy
Current situation: The ceremony has not yet started. Guests are arriving and finding their seats. A redhead named Serendpity and Royal Secretary, Mallory, are stationed at the door to assist and greet.
Ceremony will begin on Saturday (RL).
The Royal Ball, which will be located in the Royal Court forum, will be opened on Monday IRL, but be directly following the ceremony in RP.
:: Grand Cathedral of Fenia City | November 30, 1658 ::
It's November 30th. Tomorrow’s the big day, my friend.
The words were murmured, only heard to those closest to her as the bustle easily covered her voice. Within the grand Cathedral of Fenia City sat the Vicerine, perched atop the stairs of the alter. With the afternoon sun high behind the clouds, she took a break from papers to wander and check on the progress of the final preparations. It was difficult for her not to micromanage every detail, observant eyes carefully watching each ribbon and petal. Trails of leaves wrapped their ways around the pillars, with pops of white, yellow, and blue. Grey fabric draped across the seats with delicate designs of black wolves and gold unicorns sewn into the ribbon. Bundles of foliage and flowers were being positioned every other row of seats and along the front by the alter. The decor, however, paled in the grandeur of the Cathedral’s architecture and stained-glass windows.
Ultimately, it would be what it was as she had work to do... Yet, the voice of her sister was a sound reminder that her wedding was not solely in the hands of the Mages. A grin split across her lips, eyeing Mallory hassling a servant about faltering flowers. She was not sure who was more stressed between the two of them. Shaking her head, she glanced over and up to the nearest creature.
It was one of her dearest friends and curiosities, the Chronicler 2873. The crystal and iron giant was unmoving and unresponsive, decorated and perfect in his own glorious way. He was one of the first to know about the engagement and he took her request very seriously. His absence had been only tolerable with the occasional visit to the stilled golem to confide and chat to - even if the conversation was one sided. It was a reminder of how different the passage of time was between the two creatures.
Hoisting herself up, Aishe smoothed her skirt down absently before leaning towards the Royal Historian. She pressed a light kiss to the highest crystal she could reach, which was only the lower section of his forearm given their dramatic size difference. See you tomorrow, Nic.
Descending the steps, she began down the aisle with cursory glances to the decor as she passed. It was a strange thing to think that, next time she walked towards those doors, she’d have a second spouse. She would be Mrs. Winterbourne and the Queen of Fenia - or well, one of two. The events leading to such a monumental moment were unknown to most, but it had not been an easy one void of hardship. She lightly shook her head, pushing the dark memories out of her mind. Instead, she placed a smile back on her lips and grabbed her sister when she neared. Giving her a peck on the check, bright eyes flitted between the servant and Mallory. The man took the opportunity to graciously flee, pretending someone had called for his assistance. Aishe took her sister’s fidgeting hand, giving it a pat.
I’ve got to finish up my day, then I’ll be retiring home. You needn’t linger here, phei. I am sure they will manage. Don’t be late to dinner - it's the night before my wedding, you know!
Grinning, the vampire let her sire’s hand go and proceeded on her way. A huff could be heard from Mallory, but it went unacknowledged. Instead, she kept for the exit because if she stayed, she’d likely not leave for a while yet. Her need to manage was kicking in. She dared herself a glance back once she reached the door; her stomach fluttered with an invisible weight pressing on her shoulders. Mrs. Winterbourne. Her fingers drummed against the grain of the wood for a brief moment in thought before she stepped out into fresh air. Back to the castle she went!