Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-17114085-20160617191255

(Well her story is meant to be depressing. She was caught in the middle of her father's plans and didn't have a say in the matter, nor did she have any knowledge of them. So bad things just keep happening to her and she had no control over any of it. A tragic tale indeed. Lost her husband and her child just because her father wanted to be High King.)

When the ceremony began, King Elyas was already at the altar with the priest. The minstrels that the king had hired began to plan the traditional Breton wedding instrumental ballads.

Abelle rode from the castle to the cathedral on a carriage and stopped in front. It was hard to move through the city due to the activity. People from all walks of life had dropped what they were doing to try to catch a glimpse of the future queen riding to her wedding. Abelle was a beauty, even the cold expression on her face didn't detract from that.

When she arrived at the cathedral, Knights of the Falcon parted the crowd so that she could step off the carriage. The Knight-Captain offered the bride her arm and walked her into the cathedral.