Wedding Times! [Robb and Angelique]
Robb fidgets throughout the ceremony.
It’s not because he’s bored, it’s because he’s nervous. Very, very nervous, and every time he looks sideways at his bride he just gets more nervous. More people have turned up than he would have expected, somehow hearing about it, and that makes him even more nervous and he can see his father and Oberyn Martell just there and he’s not sure which is worse. Ser Parsifal is talking, though, so he tries to pay attention.
“Brothers and sisters, we come here today to witness and to celebrate the union of a most blessed couple, Lord Robb Stark and his lady Angelique Martell, two souls whom God and the powers that bless and sustain this world brought together through that most sublime of gifts, namely, love. Though they come from different worlds and though they each call the Being Who Is by different names, they have found delight and strength in each other and have chosen to build together a new household, a new family which, we pray, will bring new life into the world.
“St. Paul in his epistle begs couples to love one another with the fullness of love, a love born of desiring only the best for the beloved, a love born of tender devotion and of mutual care for the needs of each other. In the Gospel, the enemies of Christ, seeking to trap Him, pose a seeming hard question: whether or not a marriage can be declared null. To this, Christ replied that if a man and a woman truly love God -- however they may call the Deity whom they revere -- and love each other, then they share a bond which cannot be broken, a bond like the one which the young couple before us have begun to forge. Brothers and sisters, let us celebrate this bond they have created, and let us pray, however we choose to pray, that God and nature will bless them with strength in abundance to sustain them over what rough roads that life may lead them over, and joy to balance out those dark times and to help their love prosper.”
The chapel has been decorated with excellent taste and the ceremony is a strange blend of Westeros tradition (he gives her a cloak) and European tradition (to the service, including witnesses, which was odd, but at least 11-12 and Tristan seemed to know what to do). All in all, though, Robb is left feeling a little lost. But he holds Angelique’s hand as soon as he is allowed, and squeezes her palm, even if his own hand is a little too warm and sweaty.
And then, at last, after promising each other eternal love and devotion, he has permission to kiss the bride.
It is a good kiss. A fairly chaste kiss, if you ask Robb, but he doesn’t want to embarrass Angelique or do anything untoward that might ruin this day that has to be perfect, and he certainly doesn’t want to rumple her, not when she looks so radiant and beautiful in the dress made specifically for her by the most talented seamstress of Terre D'Ange.
No, this is just good.
Come to the reception, Mansion! It’s one of the last nice days so it’s in the Mansion's ball room. There are decorations (it all looks magic, in fact) and flowers (more than usual), and a buffet prepared by several helpful Mansion dwellers. The happy couple is somewhere around, and the guests are welcome to mill and rejoice as they please. The piano has been moved on the side of a dancing, and it's not impossible that a certain Luddite lady may grace the assembly with some music.
[OOC: So, a mingler post, you know the drill, many thanks to those puppets involved in the organization (http://community.livejournal.com/carpe_ooc/62101.html) and their typists. Have fun!
Sermon written by Parsifal's typist, joint effort by the happy couple's muns >.>.
And an apology from Robb's typist at how FAIL she is at posting this. XD]
It’s not because he’s bored, it’s because he’s nervous. Very, very nervous, and every time he looks sideways at his bride he just gets more nervous. More people have turned up than he would have expected, somehow hearing about it, and that makes him even more nervous and he can see his father and Oberyn Martell just there and he’s not sure which is worse. Ser Parsifal is talking, though, so he tries to pay attention.
“Brothers and sisters, we come here today to witness and to celebrate the union of a most blessed couple, Lord Robb Stark and his lady Angelique Martell, two souls whom God and the powers that bless and sustain this world brought together through that most sublime of gifts, namely, love. Though they come from different worlds and though they each call the Being Who Is by different names, they have found delight and strength in each other and have chosen to build together a new household, a new family which, we pray, will bring new life into the world.
“St. Paul in his epistle begs couples to love one another with the fullness of love, a love born of desiring only the best for the beloved, a love born of tender devotion and of mutual care for the needs of each other. In the Gospel, the enemies of Christ, seeking to trap Him, pose a seeming hard question: whether or not a marriage can be declared null. To this, Christ replied that if a man and a woman truly love God -- however they may call the Deity whom they revere -- and love each other, then they share a bond which cannot be broken, a bond like the one which the young couple before us have begun to forge. Brothers and sisters, let us celebrate this bond they have created, and let us pray, however we choose to pray, that God and nature will bless them with strength in abundance to sustain them over what rough roads that life may lead them over, and joy to balance out those dark times and to help their love prosper.”
The chapel has been decorated with excellent taste and the ceremony is a strange blend of Westeros tradition (he gives her a cloak) and European tradition (to the service, including witnesses, which was odd, but at least 11-12 and Tristan seemed to know what to do). All in all, though, Robb is left feeling a little lost. But he holds Angelique’s hand as soon as he is allowed, and squeezes her palm, even if his own hand is a little too warm and sweaty.
And then, at last, after promising each other eternal love and devotion, he has permission to kiss the bride.
It is a good kiss. A fairly chaste kiss, if you ask Robb, but he doesn’t want to embarrass Angelique or do anything untoward that might ruin this day that has to be perfect, and he certainly doesn’t want to rumple her, not when she looks so radiant and beautiful in the dress made specifically for her by the most talented seamstress of Terre D'Ange.
No, this is just good.
Come to the reception, Mansion! It’s one of the last nice days so it’s in the Mansion's ball room. There are decorations (it all looks magic, in fact) and flowers (more than usual), and a buffet prepared by several helpful Mansion dwellers. The happy couple is somewhere around, and the guests are welcome to mill and rejoice as they please. The piano has been moved on the side of a dancing, and it's not impossible that a certain Luddite lady may grace the assembly with some music.
[OOC: So, a mingler post, you know the drill, many thanks to those puppets involved in the organization (http://community.livejournal.com/carpe_ooc/62101.html) and their typists. Have fun!
Sermon written by Parsifal's typist, joint effort by the happy couple's muns >.>.
And an apology from Robb's typist at how FAIL she is at posting this. XD]