At the wedding venue, everyone arrived in a timely manner. Alistair, dressed in his best, was already at the altar. The master of ceremony was there with him, to officiate their marriage. Vyrena was also up there, as she was in charge of the second part of the ceremony.
Alistair looked beyond the crowd that had gathered nervously. He readjusted his collar again for the third time as he looked on anxiously.
Roxine tapped him gently on the shoulder and he turned to meet her. She had never seen him this anxious before, not for anything in all of Gaeia.
"Stop fidgeting, Your Majesty," she said with a slight chuckle as she straightened his collar for him.
Alistair grinned as he replied, "I know, I know. I just can't help it."
