Tholish-ID Royal Wedding

Moderal will send a delegation

To: His Majesty Wilhelm Cransnikov
From: The Right Honourable Lord Mayor Garend Marston of the City of Sheen

Dear Wilhelm, King of the Tholes,

I hope this letter finds you in good health,

I thank you for your invitation to your nephew's wedding, and as such I will be attending the marriage with my family.

Please give my congratulations to the groom on finally reaching this most momentous occasion as well,

Kind Regards,

Garend Marston

Ludwig paced endlessly unable to put into words the complex swirl of emotions that come with an arranged marriage to someone you met once. After what seemed an eternity the great ship bearing his bride came to dock and he approached with his men, though he had to put in more effort to walk normally while being weighed down by heavy plate.

It seemed like time froze when he saw HER, the women whom he was to spend the rest of his life with. The weight of this first meeting was not lost on Ludwig who began to panic over his introduction. Shit, what would Hengist do? Or I suppose the real question would be what would a knight in one of his books do? Presentign her the head of a dragon is off the table (unless one of the those big lizards from NR could suffice), as is going on a quest for her honor... rose. Rose! As Ludwig came before Dymphna he offered a bow and presented her a rose, "Word of your beauty and elegance fail to do it justice, I welcome you Lady Dymphna to the land of the tholes." Ludwig at that moment wished he had donned his helmet to mask his embarrassment at his words. In for a penny in for a thaler Ludwig thought as he offered up his right hand to invite her to lower her hand so he may kiss it.

Ludwig thoroughly mortified sputtered out an, "-urk i-if you would follow me" as his face shifted from deathly pale to bright red. Turning a bit too quickly he escorted Dymphna and her escorts to the lead carriage and helped her up before promptly disembarking. Finally regaining some composure, Ludwig mounted his horse and donned his helmet before letting out a rallying cry and taking the lead position of the now moving knights.

All around the caravan tholes and people further abroad thronged cheered, unaware of the early mishap. Beyond that a considerable force of soldiers clad in parade fineries marched carefully keeping a watch on the crowd and the road ahead. As the last line of defense stood the various knights clad in elaborate suits of armor bearing the colors of various houses and orders.

Empress Isabel was the second to arrive at the land of the Tholes. Along the Honor Guard of the Order of Christ that had come with Hengist, Isabel had also brought the Hunters' 1st, her Royal guard. Two Dreadnoughts had come along, but no men left them. They remained anchored outside the Port.

"Mother, is this where Father was born?" Asked Guilherme. The boy was now nearing 6 years of age.

"Yes, we've come for your uncle's wedding."

The Caudian and White-Blood delegation arrives in WTC after a long voyage and brief visit to Dunwik and Kaskader, although they brought a couple of battleships with them, these remain outside of the ports and only the transport vessels make port, the Caudian delegation leaving the ship in 2 carts pulled by modified tractors, one smaller but more finely decorated, the second far larger and plain, seemingly carrying something inside. alongside these march the few trained officers of New Respite, in their newly minted uniforms, although without the helmets, these being lead by the Rinhithainen herself on mooseback. Following this grand procession is the more meagre and plain one of the White-Bloods, with King Drenbeor oð þa Þengling-Gwaedcoed and his family riding on horse back, his daughter on his own horse before him, along them is a procession of monks, whose bell wreathed staves jingle with each step, and swinging censers flood the streets with the smells of aromatic incense.

As the possessions head towards the church they slowly merge, the horses riding along side the carriages and the monks mingling within the officers, as if to show that despite their differences, the Caudians and White-Bloods are united as children of the Tholes. As they arrive the procession splits off and stands around the church, out of the way and posing no real threat, clearly just there for show as the door to the smaller carriage opens and out steps the Ex-Patriarch Þancyer, who reaches a hand out towards the carriage and is followed by the new Patriarch, a younger lady, not even 2 decades of age, dressed in the most formal of papal regalia, from her pontifical sandals made of golden brocade and white needle lace, to her robes of finely made white wool and sky blue brocade highlights, up to her mitre, of blue lampas silk, deftly emblazoned with the burning heart of the Virgin Mother herself and the golden rim bespoken with small rubies and spinels. As she steps out of the carriage, her long red braids following besides her and her own platinum adorned wooden ferula clacking against the stones of the carriage way, that the most notable thing about her is seen, her eyes, or rather, the lack of them, hidden behind a thick veil of gauze that even she clearly cannot see through, having to be guided by Þancyer and using her ferula as if it were a guiding cane as she and Þancyer enter the church.

The Sheenish delegation arrived, Lord Mayor Garend Marston came with his Family in tow, while the newly elected First Councilor John Smith attended with the Leader of the Opposition, Dyson Yerkes. They arrived by in the Judge, the private yacht of the Lord Mayor, and docked near to the ships of other delegations. Marston's two children, Lilly and Renard, had last been invited to the marriage of the Magdal as children, now the two had grown up such that Lilly was a young adult and Renard a teen. Most of the Men in the Sheenish delegation wore their usual morning suits, however Mr Yerkes wore one dyed in the most brilliant white, claiming that he was merely preparing in case the Pope was around. Mrs Elena Marston came dressed in her finest dress while Her daughter came dressed... in a perculiar manner, wearing a dark waistcoat and long skirt. Marston merely hoped that after the chaos of the past few weeks, today would just go smoothly.

Ludwig paused, taken somewhat aback at the Duchess' offer. While it was true that Ludwig was not given much of a choice in the affair he had more or less accepted it as the way things were. Ludwig mused While it certainly would cause an uproar if I put my foot down and refused fa... father would not force me to marry. Still that girl... my bride... she doesn't seem bad per say. While two interactions is a bad sample to extrapolate from... I... still can't help but find the idea of marrying her pleasing. While it is merely a hunch it is said love is built on less. After a someone uncomfortable pause (mostly for the duchess as Ludwig was too pondering to notice) Ludwig replied, "No... I believe this is the correct choice... for both of us, or at least I pray that it is so." With a newfound confidence overcoming the trepidation of this life altering event, Ludwig smiled, "I have a feeling this shall be a auspicious marriage."

Isabel, remembering her own wedding night, refrained from heavy drinking. The Empress was still looking to talk with the old King. She was hoping whatever offense she might have caused Wilhelm in the past had been forgiven, or at the very least the grudge would've lost its fervor. Still, she was prepared for the worst. Guilherme in tow, Isabel motioned to greet the newlyweds.

"Ah, and here's the happy couple. I wish both of you a long and fruitful marriage." She said, smiling. "Dearest Brother-in-law, I'm sorry that I didn't have the chance to greet you sooner. A lot of things have kept me busier than usual. But let's not dwell on the negatives." She then clapped her hands, and a handful of her guards stepped up, with a dog pup locked inside a carrying case. "I present to you one of your wedding gifts. This is a pup of a Magdali water dog. I hope it proves a good companion."


She then also produced from her dress pockets a necklace, made of silver, and decorated with diamonds. The necklace was covered in star iconography.