Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181011112613/@comment-7262318-20181026214241

"I... you could have just... removed that," Baros frowned, before simply shrugging and watching the show.

Goriyn, meanwhile walked up the ramp and stood next to this Khajiit woman. He looked ready to snap.

"Friends, family, onlookers. Love takes many forms and does not make its decision based upon the way one looks, nor the conditions in which one is born," The priest began. "Politics and tradition would dare to defy the natural feelings between two souls that belong, merely because it does not fit their definition of what love should be. But in this temple, on this day, and for each day beyond, it will know no restrictions and no oppression. Today, under Mara's watchful gaze, these two shall be bonded in holy matrimony."

He turned to the Khajiit woman. "Do you, Ahdani, take this man to be your husband, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, in this life and next."

"This One does," She smiled. She had a beautiful voice. Her fur was pure white.

"Do you, Goriyn Valaroth, take this woman to be your wife, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, in this life and next?"

He hesitated for a moment, glancing at her, then to the priest, and then he shut his eyes and said. "I do."

"Then by the author-" The priest said, before he suddenly stopped. He and the Khajiit woman suddenly vanished into the thin air, no trace to be left. Goriyn looked around in confusion, as if he had bought the dream for a moment.

"Now you say that "you do", but did you really, Goriyn? Did you really?" Knightmare's voice could be heard before a sudden fit of laughter.