"Princess Aerith."
Riley stretched his hand, offering his arm to Aerith as he made his way to her.
"..." Aerith, on the other hand, completely ignored him. She just stood in front of Elder Olseyir on her own without saying a word or waiting for Riley.
Riley did not seem to mind, however, as he just smiled and stood beside Aerith. His long white hair was neatly tied at the end, allowing the suit and tie he was wearing to be seen whole.
"...This is your idea, isn't it?" Aerith then quietly whispered as she slightly leaned closer to Riley; her eyes, glancing at the people standing on an aisle behind them, "Very funny."
"No, it is actually Mother's," Riley shook his head, "She has a twisted sense of humor, Aerith."
"Runs in the family."
"I'm adopted. And perhaps you did not notice, the concept is similar to a wedding, Aerith."
"I'm not blind, child."
"And you're the bride and I suppose that makes me the gro—"
