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[Baelixx]

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The war had finally drawn to a close, and it was time to piece things back together. After four long years of bloodshed and battle, a peace treaty had finally been drafted and signed between the four kingdoms, ending the battles where they stood. The four greatest assets owned by the royal families were wagered; the future crowns. In this agreement lay the entire future and well being of the kingdom, and the Kings saw it fit that their children be married. After all, what could possibly be a better way to ensure their peace? Merging the four kingdoms under the rule of their four children was the only thing they could think of. In this way, the people would become one and all fighting would end.




While the couples put on brave faces, it was evident that they were forced into the bonds of holy matrimony. How long could this possibly last? How could they rule the kingdoms together? How could they possibly secure a future and raise posterity? Heavy is the head that wears the crown... or should I say, the heads that wear the crowns.

[Baelixx]

Kwinerva

[Baelixx]

Quintin

[cswolf.]

Adalynn "Adi" Marie Alexanders
Female
20 years of age
Feline Neko

Adalynn is a very sweet girl. Yes, she is the princess of this large kingdom but she doesn't act like it. She enjoys going on adventures, having fun, and sweets. She isn't afraid to tell it like it is or to talk back to others who try and talk down to her just because she is a female. She doesn't like the idea of this arranged marriage and made sure that both of her parents knew it. She is sure that her husband to be will know her feelings about the whole situation as well. She does have a fight or flight response but she doesn't always turn to flight. She knows the basics of how to use a sword but in the fact of an attack she turns to hand-held weapons instead.

[cswolf.]

Alistair Marcus McRee
Male
23 years of age
Dragon Shifter

Alistair is not a nice man. He is seen as a villain type in all situations that he is in. He does not wish to go through with this marriage to royalty. He was content with his life on the outskirts of town as an assassin but for some odd reason he won the chance to marry the princess. He wished to not take the opportunity but the royal family would not allow him to back out. He is calm and quiet but has a temper. He often turns to violence in the face of adversity. He is skilled in the art of using almost any weapon because of his job that he had.

[Baelixx]

•─────⋅☾Kwinerva☽⋅─────•
She held still as her ladies in waiting gently brushed and pinned up her hair. They added little braids and left the majority cascading down her shoulders in a golden waterfall of curls. Little flowers were meticulously pinned into her locks, Cassia softly humming as she did so while Peony and Eliza chattered and giggled. But Kwinerva wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to that. She was thinking about the silly competition that had got her into this whole mess to begin with. The kingdom had been peaceful since she was a child, and with no real enemies to form an alliance with, her father had decided to look for a suitor within their realm. But he had always been rather... indecisive. Having been unable to choose, he had opted for a competition for her hand. Many young men had entered, but only one had won, and been awarded the princess as his bride. Of course, she wasn't too terribly keen on the idea of being given away as some sort of prize; but her mother had assured her this was what was best for the kingdom. And so now, here she was. A complete vision. Flowers laced throughout her hair and accented the white dress, soft yellow and pink flowers accented and decorated the halls, the kitchens smelled of all kinds of delicacies, and the wedding guests hummed with excited chatter as they were ushered to their seats.
"There we are. Perfection." Eliza said as she added the veil. "Come then dear, your father waits to escort you." Cassia says before Peony hands her the bouquet. "Thank you, really. I don't know what I'm going to do without you." Kwin says gently, looking between the three women who had cared for her for so many years. After goodbyes and well wishes, her father appeared in the doorway and gave a nod of approval. "Kwinerva." He said before offering his arm and leading her through the hallways. "You make for a beautiful bride, my daughter." She looked up at him, eyes gentle as she realizes for the first time her dear dad was having a hard time doing this; a hard time giving her away. "Oh daddy..." She says before hugging him tightly. He really did want what was best for her. "Thank you."

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He buttoned up his vest, smoothing his hands over the fabric as he studied his reflection in the mirror. Marriage... It was rather pointless, he believed. Vampires lived for so long; why would they want to be tied to a single person for that entire lifetime? Sounded rather boring, actually. But he supposed his bloodline had always followed in this tradition, and he had to do this one way or the other. And at least this marriage served as something more than just a wedding ring and pledge of fidelity. No. This was more than just the two of them. It was an alliance between their two kingdoms; one that served not only to end any conflict, but would also expand their borders and increase their resources, productivity, and wealth. And being a young, single noble, he was eligible. At least in this way he would be a king someday...
Clearing his throat and pushing those thoughts away, Quintin fixed his cufflinks before carefully pinning a flower into his coat pocket, a single white rose to stand out against the black victorian suit. Just then, his parents came into the dressing room. His mother, small and sweet, smiling warmly. "Oh my Quintin. Look at you... all grown up now." It was apparent she had been crying, her eyes still moist with tears. "Mother, I've been grown for a while now." He says, a bit of chuckle in his voice. His father nodded, placing his hand on his wife's shoulder. "Morticia, he is a man now. You can't coddle him." He says, watching as she nods. "I know. But come here my Quintin..." She says, pulling her son into a hug. "Now you be nice to that sweet girl. And no pulling any stunts. She doesn't deserve it." She says before pulling away. "Go and wait for her at the end of the aisle." His mom instructs with a happy smile. "Yes, mother." Quintin agrees before he leaves them to do as instructed. His parents watch him go before leaving to find their seats in the audience

[cswolf.]

Adalynn
Adi fidgeted slightly as her ladies in waiting began to do her hair. She quite enjoyed their company but she did not enjoy the poking or prodding that went into getting prepared for this event. Weddings are suppose to be one of the most important events of your life but Adi only saw it as a nuscience. She sighed softly as her ceremonial tiara was placed upon her head and fixed into her hair as to not allow it to fall off. She huffed softly as she continued to sit there, thinking about why she had to get married in the first place. She was getting married as to create an alliance between two kingdoms. It seemed simple but she knew that there was many ways that this could fail. She sighed and stood once she was completed. She bid her ladies goodbye and exited the room. There her father stood, trying to keep tears back. She flashed him a smile and held onto his arm. Soon they entered the room and she began her walk down the isle with him. She looked at her future husband as she basically glided down the isle. So many questions raced through her head. Soon she was stopped in front of him and her hands were placed in his by her father, symbolizing that he was giving her away to him. She looked up at her future husband as the ceremony began.


Alistair
Let's be clear. Alistair had not entered the contest on purpose. He was walking through the city after preforming his last assassination of the evening when he was pulled from his thoughts by men on the street bringing him into the contest. He participated of course, not wishing to be shown up by normal men, and eventually found himself winning. That's why he was there at the end of the isle now waiting for his future bride. He thought about leaving the wedding and allowing the next man to have this girl but he always realized that if he married her, he would get a kingdom. He smirked to himself at this thought. He adjusted his cuffs of his suit and watched as the doors opened and a lovely lady began down the isle. He watched her carefully and remained silent. This lady seemed almost too good to be true. He huffed, regretting his decision. His cold eyes watched her carefully.

[Baelixx]

•─────⋅☾Kwinerva☽⋅─────•
King Darian smiled down at his daughter, brushing a tear from her cheek before he kissed the top of her head. The following moment, music started; the traditional bride song of the elves. The doors opened, and her dear father lead her down the aisle, steps slow and elegant as expected. Kwinerva looked at the man at the end of the aisle, her emerald eyes curiously glancing over his features. He looked strong; no wonder he had won her hand. But there was a certain coldness in his eyes that made a certain nervousness come over her. This would be the man who would stand by her side and rule a kingdom... she could only hope and pray that he wasn't as cold as he seemed. Blinking, Kwin realizes they had reached the end of the aisle, and her father delicately placed her hands into Alistair's before stepping aside. Being much closer now, she looked up at him and offered the smallest and shyest of smiles, heart racing as the priest began to speak, reading from a large and worn book that had been passed down for generations.
Traditional elfin ceremony commenced until the priest turned to look between the future rulers of the kingdom.Turning to Kwinerva, he gave a nod, watching then. She picked up the ring that lay on the velvet pillow on the alter, and looked up at Alistair. "With all that I am and all that I have, I honor you. I wed you and pledge you my love now, forever and all eternity. I will be yours alone from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always. With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. I will light your way through darkness. I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, in token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love. With this ring, I ask you to be mine." She held his hand and gently slid the ring onto his finger. The priest smiled before looking back to Alistair expectantly.

●▬▬▬▬▬Quintin▬▬▬▬▬●
Quintin watched in a solemn silence, seeing her hold her father's arm as he guided her down the aisle toward him. She was breathtaking, which he thought was a rather nice attribute. It would be no fun to be married to some homely maiden... And it wasn't even his choice to be married. At least in this way he had something to look at. But why was this taking so incredibly long? He had to refrain from sighing, simply waiting for her to make her way to his side. And then her small and dainty hands were placed into his own, and Quintin flashed an almost flirtatious smirk, looking down at her now. The ceremony began, and Quintin simply tuned out the noise of her religious leader as he read the wedding paragraphs from his book. His deep blue eyes peered down at her, wondering if she would be incredibly boring like he found most girls to be. Dainty and small and naive and... helpless. They were all mostly like that- how boring. She was a neko though, so he wasn't exactly sure what to expect. He blinks, realizing he had become lost in his own thoughts, only pulled out as he was addressed. Tilting his head a little curiously, Quintin listened, his gaze focused intently on his young bride. He could hear the blood rushing through her body, being pumped by her beating heart. So frail... But she did smell rather tasty.

[cswolf.]

Adalynn
Adi flashed a grin back to Quintin as he smirked at her. Her smile showed her fangs that came in her mouth because of her feline nature. As the religious leader began to speak the words of the ceremony she looked at Quintin and mouthed "blah, blah, blah." while her eyes darted over to the priest with a soft giggle. "Adalynn." She heard her father whisper to her, scolding her for acting up. She rolled her eyes and turned to Quintin with a soft pout, not listening to the priest much now either. As she was poked and indicated that she needed to give her vows she spoke "As you stand before me, our story now begins. We will be each other closest friends and each other's support system. We will be there when our inner demons begin to claw at our insides and our insecurities begin to pour out. We will provide for each other and be equals..." She grinned as she spoke. "Adalynn! Say the correct vows." The priest now scolded the princess. Adalynn rolled her eyes and it was clear that she was suppose to be saying other vows. She huffed and spoke less entusiastically now. "You will be my king and I your queen. I will provide you will affections, protections, and many heirs. Now, with this ring I dub thee my husband and the next heir in line to my father's throne." She grumbled as she placed the ring on his finger. The priest turned to Quintin for his vows.


Alistair
Alistair watched Kwinerva with his poker face as she smiled at him. He listened to her vows and allowed the ring to be placed upon his finger. He looked back at the priest as he looked at him for his vows. He did not know the traditional vows of the kingdom so he just cleared his throat and said his own. He picked up the ring that was provided for him to place upon her finger. "With this ring comes many promises and expectations. I will not lie and tell you I will be the perfect husband and leader all the time as everyone has their faults. I will also not lie to you and say I am a perfect person and will always place you first. What I do bring is an outlook that is not entirely royal. We will fight and argue but if we are destined for each other we will always find our way back to each other." He spoke as he placed the ring on her finger. His cold eyes looked at the priest now. He didn't want all these eyes of her kingdom on him. He huffed and a small bit of smoke came out. He knew that they were judging him and he just wished to strike out and show them that they had something to fear if they didn't stop judging him.

[Baelixx]

•─────⋅☾Kwinerva☽⋅─────•
She blinked, looking up at him as it was his turn to deliver his set of vows. But as it wasn't the traditional elfin promise, Kwin heard a small murmur spread throughout the crowd. Their guests and future subjects may have been surprised- shocked even, but Kwin actually quite admired the honesty in his vows. It may not be traditional, but she was impressed with these words and vows he was making himself. They were more... individual. He had chosen to say those things rather than simply regurgitating the usual vows; and that lead Kwinerva to believe that he really truly meant what was said. She couldn't help but smile at him; having to hold back a small amused giggle when he huffed and small tendrils of smoke danced through the air. The priest looked between the two of them, giving a small approving nod before saying some more things from the thick book. And then he clears his throat. "Now, do you, Alistair Marcus McRee, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" All eyes were on him, and Kwinerva searched his features quietly, waiting.
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After his reply, the priest turned to Kwin. "And do you, Kwinerva Adelaide Mae Knightengale, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" She looked up between the priest and Alistair before giving a curt nod. "I do." The priest looked back to Alistair and gave a small approving nod yet again. "You may kiss the bride."

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Quintin was a little surprised at her mouthing, his left eyebrow only raising a bit. Hmmm... it seemed she wasn't the typical young woman, now was she? He smile a bit at her pout, watching her in amusement. Her words pulled him from his thoughts; and the vampire was even more surprised at the vows. Inner demons clawing at our insides...? He had to admit it was quite peculiar, but if that was the wording of her people... He looked over as the priest scolded her, having to stifle a chuckle at the realization that she had seriously pulled a stunt like that... Listening again, he found the proper vows far less amusing and his smile soon dissipated, watching as the ring was placed on his finger. He did not know the vows of her people; but he knew his... Clearing his throat, Quintin spoke up. "As we stand before each other and all personages at present, I vow, from this day forth, to be your protector. No worries shall afflict you, as I will be constantly at your side. I will be your dutiful partner, no matter the occasion, circumstance, or weather. I vow to care and tend to you, through the light and darkness alike. This is my vow to you, my princess, Queen, and wife."