Clovis watched as his wife came free of her shell, the story reaching his heart. He remembered the expression of his mother as she had broken free of his father's control. This story, he remembered Crystalsa mentioning it was her grandmother's dance. Had Kyera's grandmother felt the same way his own mother did? He had known the negatives of the Harem life, of other women affecting a bond of union. Did Kyera fear the same fate? As he watched her, his heart broke. The feelings that had been hidden so long ago in his mother's eyes suddenly had a name, a motion that he could understand. Kyera's grandfather had only had one wife, no harem to speak of and yet her grandmother had still been cast aside. Before he could stop himself, he walked forward. Kyera had fell back to her knees, the song had reached it sad ending.
He Walked onto the stage, and came to stand before his wife. Kyera slowly raised her head, surprise in her eyes. Clovis slowly bowed before her, as though asking for this dance. The musicians seemed to know that something was amiss, and continued to play reading the emotions of the crowd as they wrote each note, a continuation of the last song. Kyera placed her hand in his, and rose hesitant to her feet. A new dance began, as the pair seemed to face off, emotions reading between them of confusion and promise.
Suddenly the song of a woman left abandoned and reborn became a pair of Tigers meeting hands. They watched at the pair slowly circled one another their expressions challenging one another, her distrust and his complete conviction. The story played out with a whole new ending as he dutifully followed her lead, proving himself to her. The song became a mate's ritual without a moment's hesitation.
Her eyes locked with his, and never wavered as they danced together, his hand caught hers, pulling her in close, he stopped moving, their bodies caught in each other's space. "I will never forsake you." He whispered, unaware of the spell cast on the stage. His words were amplified, loud and clear before the crowd. Yet, he didn't notice, nor would he have cared. The words simply needed to be said. They were words of his heart to hers, a promise that moved so much deeper than any other statement he could have made. He wanted her to know, needed her to know the truth before they embarked on the next half of this journey.
Kyera smiled and replied "Then heart speaks to heart, in the stillness of winter, and in those words we find a understanding. The path we wish to walk, is the same." The words were simple but binding, in the same way that any wedding vow would have been.
"Then let our hearts speak forever more." Clovis replied gently, stealing a gentle kiss and turning to the people, both husband and wife took a slow bow. "By the grace of the Matriarch." He added before they both stood tall.
"For the Grace of the Kingdom. I Present now, Princessa Kyera and Princeling Clovis of the Frost nation. They shall hear us roar." Matriarch Crystalsa declared the roars of approval that followed were deafening.